I woke up early in the morning. Somehow I knew it was early in the morning. But, one thing I didn’t know. Where was I? I glanced at the ceiling. A fan, brown in colour, was running at a normal speed. On the right side was the attic, covered with beautiful wooden doors. The walls of the room were coated in dark pink colour. ‘This room is beautiful’, I thought. Still lying on the bed, I glanced to the other…
this was not a holiday i’d really planned to go on. maybe that’s why it was so good and so completely steeped in experience. a constant sense of wonder for almost three weeks, how can that be a bad thing. even trams had me taking pictures. who knew the streets of zurich were full of them and they could run you over merrily if you weren’t careful. well, at least that’s what my husband assured me; he was not around…