Switzerland, you are beautiful. I may have had a disrupted and confusing 3 hours of sleep but you've pulled me through. Your undeniable friendliness, abundance of stunning, old style architecture, complimented with large green spaces and lets not forget, that beautiful large expanse of water, and you've wooed me. However I must admit I'm a little confused as to what language you're really going for. I hear tiny snippets of accented French, mainly German and am always spoken to in English, except at the supermarket where I encountered upon a very one sided conversation.
Your currency baffles me. I gave you 20 euro and you the equivalent CHF swiss francs you gave me back consisted of 4 measly silver coins that haven't seemed to have gone very far. But I will attest to your chocolate. Those 2 blocks I picked up from the supermarket have topped off my walks, and as I sit here, fingers cold but still moving, and more importantly, still awake, you've won me over.
You're not Paris, Rome or Berlin but you're Zurich and you're not trying to prove otherwise. You're content just as you are. I can't remember the last time a city made me feel this calm...
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