Vu ,Moo, Fondue, et vous

So I am beginning to fit in here in Versoix...
Well, ok, not exactly fit in, but I am feeling less and less a big American moron by the day. I've taken the train into Geneva-proper twice now, and I ate fondue at a world-famous restaurant called L'Armoir (Bill Clinton ate there during his presidency even though it was impossible given the restaurant's location to make the place secure; he loved food so much he didn't mind the risk. They have a letter from him to the owner mounted permanently on the wall.)
I also am using money without getting confused, I've eaten about 20 things I couldn't identify, and I finally found a book about hiking in the mountains nearby. Jane, a teacher from France who runs several language schools there (it's only 7 miles away) is an avid hiker, and she hooked me up with the book. It's in French, but at least it has a map. I plan on going next week while the students are away for two days. The girls are all going to Paris, but I need some girl-free time, and I'm sure they could use a break from giving me a hard time.
OH, I almost forgot. Last night we had Swiss Night, where we ate local foods and heard yodelers and stuff. We had some of the most horrible smelling cheese ever called raclette. It did taste much better than it smelled, however.
I ALSO tried my hand (well, lips) at playing an alpenhorn.
OH, YEAH... I f*ckin' jammed, bro.
Hmmmm... what else?
Let's see... I finally made the acquaintance of some "world famous" Swiss Cows, I saw a hedgehog and a snail, I took a silly photo of one of my students, and I at long last found a real espresso machine this morning (Lemme give a shout out to my boy, God, for the good coffee!) and now, after having finally updated my blog again, it is time for a nap.