Awake, A Walk.

Roamin'.

Lausanne, Switzerland —The 37-degree heat has brought out the tropical aromas of coconut sunscreen and cigars.

And not much in the way of bathing suits.

For some reason, I've decided to take the 80-minute walk to the Swiss Tech Convention Center to pick up my conference badge. There is, of course, a train that goes directly there.

What's the adventure in that?

Being Europe, I literally stumble across the ruins of the ancient Roman village of Lousonna. Its foundations have been reduced to scattered grey teeth laid out in lines.

Even on a Monday afternoon, Lake Geneva is packed with sun-seekers, skaters carving up the half-pipe and jagged-abbed beach volleyball players. Others have brought cases of beer and baguette.

Everyone seems to be escaping their saunas-for-homes.

Preferring to be like the swans basking along the water's edge, very little moves quickly in this heat.

Except the swarms of tiny flies that emerge in a Danse Macabre around my face.

It's too hot to swat them away.