It has now been just over two years that I am living in Zürich, Switzerland. Two years that I have been gushing to you on this blog just how in love with this city (and the entire country for that matter) I am. If you’re thinking that the whole excitement of what’s new and exotic has perhaps worn off by now… nope. Not one bit. I am still in the newlywed phase with Zürich, a giddy sort of love that is resistant to any length of time.
But if forced to pick on this city I call home, well, I suppose I could fault it for a few things. And I won’t even get into the question of linguistics. Has anyone ever tried to learn Swiss German? My point exactly. For an interview with Expat Voices, I was asked what I miss the most. That answer was quite simple. Small talk. That is what I would criticize Zürich for – the lack of chit chat, whether it be with the lady at the cash register, the fellow on the park bench next to you, the waiter at a restaurant or just a stranger on the street. I’m from New York; I talk to everyone. And I miss that.
I also miss cookies.