Yup. It happened. Although it was hard to separate the smells of cow dung and fine French cheese, it went down. The place is called Ferme de la Charbonniere and basically it is floating above a barn where all the cows that the cheese comes from live. It was so good too. My cousins and I shared the fondu and a bunch of sliced meets and of course had more cheese for desert.
After 10 years my cousin Stan still looks exactly thr same except for his smile which might have gotten bigger. He picked me up at the Geneve airport in Switzerland and we drove back across the border into France. He had just been celebrating the completion of his first year of work with his boss and was very excited about it (and the expensive wine they drank).
A quick tour if Annecy — mostly the result of a wrong turn and a detour — ended with a bottle of champagne to celebrate our reunion. He calls me Mr. Id as a result of my character name in GTA2 that I used to slaughter him with. We had some firece battles back in the day.
