I’m not much for cities usually when I’m traveling (Berlin being a rare exception). So the fact that moments after I stepped foot off the train in Zurich I wanted to move there says volumes.
I don’t know what it is precisely, but Zurich is intoxicating. It’s got all the best parts of Switzerland—the clean air, pristine streets, amazing food, kind people, German efficiency and panoramic views of the Alps, which encase it—wrapped up in a neat little cosmopolitan city package.
And there were some really cool parts to it, too. Like the program where you can “rent” a bike—for free—on any given day. You simply have to leave behind 20 francs and your passport, both of which you’ll get back when you return the vehicle.
And that you can drink straight out of any of the 1,200 fountains around the city. In fact, it’s encouraged. And the whole city is just so…green. I wanted to make like a dog and roll in the grass everywhere we visited.
It’s also one of those cities when, if the sun is out, so are all of its 380,000 residents, particularly along the lake and the various waterways that snake their way through town.
And the houses were just downright darling. I could live in any one of them, with the sunlight streaming through their big ol’ bay windows every morning.
One day, SVV and I will have a flat in Berlin, a downtown city escape in Zurich and a summer home along the Algarve in Portugal—on top of our Bay-front Seacliff manor in San Francisco, of course—no doubt about it.