We must not have jet

We must not have jet lag, because we couldn't have just biked 40 miles if we did, right? We got in yesterday afternoon, and were instantly whisked away on a comfy, quiet train, to the comfy, quiet town of Belfaux. It's rural (there are cows and such), but you can very quickly get to a medium-sized city by train. Or even a big one. The President of Switzerland, he lives in this little house that we biked by today. He commutes into Bern daily. I guess there's no security or anything special. He just chills out.

Cows. Every little town seems to have its own dairy. They make their own cheese and yogurt in this little laiteries (we're in a French-speaking part of the country). I guess there are all these techniques for getting milk with the most cream -- picking carefully, coming at a certain time of day, or just knowing the right person. "Cholesterol" is not part of the national vocabulary.

We're staying with Cyrille's family, who are smart and active. We didn't bike those 40 miles today with Cyrille -- he slept in. They were with his dad, Hubert. And now he's out mowing the lawn. Do these people ever quit?