You truly never know how much patience you have until you sit next to your older brother on an eight hour flight. When these trips happen every two years, you learn to appreciate not being constantly prodded at with strangely pointy elbows and having a constant commentary given to you while you're trying to read. The moment we land and enter into the Geneva airport, our attitudes change almost instantaneously. We're both in a somewhat familiar country with our mother and we cannot speak a single phrase of French, but rather, we understand what's being said to us. With the jet-lag taking it's unwelcome place in all of us, we're rushed out of the airport and we drive to our grandmother's house with haste. At the time, being able to experience
