On 22 June, our last day together Audrea, Daniel, Matt and I talked about meeting up and chilling. Before meeting up as a group Aubrey had suggested we visit the grave of Jorge Luis Borges, and I was keen on doing this as well. He was at the Cemetery Rois so we agreed to find each other there in the morning. I went there and it was a large enough cemetery, and I spent time visiting lots of graves without any idea which one might belong to Borges. This is fun to do when one actually finds the grave in the end, and disappointing and frustrating when one never chances upon the grave. I had no way of knowing whether I would find the grave, but I did, because although the grave was modest it was along a main path. After I found the grave I was there another fifteen minutes when Audrea arrived, and we stayed there for some time more talking about the works of Borges.
Audrea, Matt and I met at a coffeehouse and were chatting, then Aubrey suddenly had to go because he neglected to give care to his schedule. He even was unable to drink the coffee he ordered.
Matt heard me out about my concern about informed consent documents and told me about working at PLOS. He was saying that people had high expectations of PLOS but actually they were a small organization and that they needed lots of development to be able to actualize and meet all the needs of their clients. I suppose that it must be so and I would like to see PLOS grow as an international public asset.
Neither of us had access to Internet and Daniel did not meet us so eventually we left. Matt is from San Francisco were wifi is plentiful but in Geneva, coffeehouses in general do not have wifi. We wandered around then eventually went to Starbucks, which did have wifi. We found that Daniel had gone to this mountain area at Salève so we resolved to follow him and see if we could find him.
We took a bus and started going to this mountain, and we were in this beautiful little neighborhood with small houses, curvy roads, and cliffsides on the edges of everything. We bought bread, rhubarb jelly, and Manchego from a convenience store. I suppose that this was the Swiss equivalent of going to an American gas station and buying junk food, but this seemed a lot more civilized to me. We followed the signs to the trolley which lifts people up the cliffside and took it to a park and nature trail in which we could see Geneva. We were hanging out in the park sitting in the grass looking off this cliff at the city, and feeling relaxed and happy, then after about fifteen minutes we noticed that we were sitting right next to Daniel. He had not noticed us either, and he was literally within our line of sight in front of us with no one else between us. We were so distracted by the park and cliffs and view that we had not seen him. We all sat on the grass and talked about open access and Wikipedia and access to science. At some point I took a nap, and when I awoke we went along the nature trail. We had talked about taking the path to the bottom of the cliff, but I think that we all overestimated our energy because after taking the level trail for just a short while we were all finding ourselves tired and wanting the trolley down.