Pully: 6th Move in 4 years

We moved to Pully - a village just east of Lausanne - and are enjoying the quieter life of a stand-alone house with nicely landscaped yard. We're out of a city center - also out of a hotel - and part of smaller, maybe narrower, little community of Lausannites who can afford this address (we had little choice - nothing else was available to rent). We're minutes from a great lakeside park and pool scene. You can hear the steamboat whistle in the port, reminding of the late night train rumble in Tacoma.

It's just great to use public transport, taking the bus 4 days a week for Michael & Jack's schools - only a 10 min. ride to the main square of St Francois. A ticket buys you unlimited travel on a particular route for an hour. Carolyn bought a bus pass, which has opened up the whole city to her, and the boys love seeing the city from a bus.
A new group of 35 students have arrived for the 5 week intensive summer session (4 weeks of actual class: what's the point?). We really miss the Spanish-speaking staff who make the hotel work, as well as the dozens of students we befriended, but will see again soon in Malibu.

Carolyn attended an evening concert in the cathedral - two choirs, full orchestra - where parents of one of Michael's schoolmates play; went out for drinks later. A few days earlier, she was invited to another mom's home for coffee - earthshattering move on the part of a Swiss. The social drawbridge is lowered and she's been granted entry.
A schoolmate gave Michael these shells. We explained how crabs sometimes use them as homes then move on; he smiled matter-of-factly, and said, "Like us."