My Love Affair Continues… with Zurich
The first of July marked three years that I have been living in Zürich. And yet when I walk out the door of my apartment, I still get that giddy excitement of a child when I see the Alps crisp in the distance or a perfect reflection of one of the many churches on the river; and I continue to smile when I walk up and down my favorite winding, cobblestone streets in the old town. You’d think that after a while, it would wear off. Not a bit.
I love Zürich when the sky is blue, the sun is shining, everyone is smiling and out on the lake; I love it when it’s cold, gray and raining and the streets are empty; I love it when it’s covered by a haze that only adds mystery and charm; and I especially love it when it’s snowing and it’s coated in a sheet of fluffy meringue.
The views from Lindenhof square where old men play chess and pétanque, and from the university where there’s always a buzz of activity, that reveal the city’s innumerable squires (and sometimes cranes – think construction, not bird) still make me want to grab my camera. And rare is the occasion that my camera is not with me. An old sign I never noticed, a man playing the Alphorn on the bridge, a group of yodelers in edelweiss emblazoned outfits, the unmissable cow – bell and all – walking in front of my apartment door (true story, they were shooting a Migros commercial), or a swan and her babies basking in the sun. Those are all moments to be captured. Now, if only I had my camera when running along the Zürich lake when I stopped to say hello to Roger Federer… anyone remember reading about that on Twitter last December ?!
How lucky I am to love where I live – and to live where I do.