As I near my seven-month anniversary with Zurich, I think it’s time to share a bit of what the city has been for me. It is a lake to swim in on the most glorious of summer days, and a wet-cat-smelling, rainy, cold afternoon. It is both guarded stares and cozy fondue nights, and as much as it is trams that zip me to work or wherever else I need to be, it is also grocery stores that are legally bound to keep their doors shut on Sundays. It is friends who have visited and friends who reside, and finding my own balance between the visiting and residing. It is Spring, Summer, and now Fall. Winter makes me nervous, but we’re not there yet, and I still have some time to find thick wool socks. Sometimes I walk home late at night through neighborhoods that are surprisingly familiar, but just as frequently I flinch with the realization that I really know almost nothing about this town yet. But I guess almost nothing is still something. This is a slice of my something:
Letten, sometime in the Spring.
homegirl.
A bit of magic by the lake.
Helvetiaplatz Saturday flea market.
CK in Stuttgart! (Technically, not Switzerland)
A true Swiss Miss.
Lakeside
Sturz time
favorites
STREET PARADE
yazzersize!
Letten lounging.
FREE BRUNCH! We never thought we’d see the day.