Traveling means meeting new lands, new cultures, new people. I am introducing myself frequently these days and I wonder what what we get out of this ritual. There’s a handshake, an exchange of names, the storage of first impressions, and now we are, supposedly, no longer strangers.
Naples is alleys and castles, Fascist architecture, churches and baroque art, heaps of garbage, espressos, rows of bars, and streets lined with beautifully dilapidated facades.
On our last day in Switzerland, I look back at our lovely slow month in Zollikon / Zürich, knowing we will return to this spot in the future. Mostly because our good friend lives here and we’ve made some new…
The reality about writing a blog is that it’s not reality-writing. A blog is not an all inclusive diary. It may be a slice of life and it may be all true, yet it’s never the entire truth.
The Swiss may seem safe to the point of boring. They are organized, clean, polite. But when you look closer, beyond your first impressions, you may see idiosyncrasies demonstrating that the Swiss are quite human, like the rest of us.
The Swiss got many things right in their country. One of them is the presence of water fountains wherever you go. Some are simple stone receptacles engraved with the year of its construction. Others are more elaborate. What they all…
Today, on my slow-traveling walk, I ambled into the Friedhof Enzenbühl (aka Friedhof Rehalp or the Enzenbühl Cemetery). The Swiss, apparently, like to pair their dead with art. This graveyard is a sculpture garden. A treasure.