Sunday, 21 February 2010

Wie isch es gsi? Ungloublech

The most perfect day I could imagine. Was this day.

Breakfast: farm fresh egg, crusty/fluffy bread, swiss cheese, nespresso and fruit.

Chocolate factory: cheap "flawed" chocolates...

... including unlimited samples. UN.Limited. Unlimited.

Thrift shopping: taking 10 steps outside the chocolate shop only to reach one of the most magnificent Brockehüser of my life, can it get any better?

If only my suitcase were bigger and my pockets deeper.

Dinner: a dangerously delicious fondue made by the lovely Fabian. Homemade fig bread dipped in garlicy winey cheese? Damn, just. Damn.

800g of heroin. Er, cheese.

Evening: discussing philosophy, politics and English literature. I adore.

To be honest, though: every day I spend in this town - in this country - on this continent - is perfect. I'm really not exaggerating either. One week left.


  1. Sounds like a beautiful day. Unlimited chocolate! x

  2. Looks like a wonderful trip. Sigh, so nice to get away, huh?
    We must meet up soon! I want to hear all about it.