Just over a year ago, my family and I were busily packing for a year-long exchange in Switzerland. My husband was switching jobs with a Swiss teacher in the little French-speaking town of Farvagny, about 40 minutes by car from Bern, and we were all jumping on his coattails and happily going along for the ride. The Swiss family would live in our house near Belleville and we would live in theirs. Perfect. My older daughter even agreed to ...
