I’ve decided that I’m in training. Training for the vagaries of everyday life here. There’s a certain spryness that is necessary here. At any moment you may need to break into a sprint to catch the bus or train. Or, heaven forbid, the long slow run-of-shame back to the Bahnhof from the train yard. Without proper training, injuries happen.
Often the sprint happens as a result of getting distracted by something beautiful, marvel-worthy or just plain odd.
Like the other day we arrived at the bus terminal to discover that one of the local phone companies had set up free fondue stands for everyone.
Plus recently I had to stop to take photos of another pause-worthy advertising campaign. Running alongside the “have-sex-with-many-partners” campaign, I am happy to report, is a counter campaign highlighting the joys of contracting an STI.
Glad I can calm any fears out there of our children facing potentially risky advertising.
Or can I?
The strong adoption of smoking as a lifestyle choice is so successful here because of their effective campaigning towards children.
Everywhere else we turn there is something fabulously Christmassy popping up where it wasn’t before. Like literally entire log cabins appearing where there wasn’t one the day before.
Winterthur hosts a Christmas market all month long. Every day. It is Christmas heaven. Around 50 booths selling the full gamut of wares from cheese & salami, churros (a little taste of Mexico!) hand crafted knickknacks and jewelry. Plus lots of opportunities for Gluwein. I could remain slightly drunk everyday. Hey, it kind of fits with the image of my smoking 8&10yr olds. Why not?
It’s the pop-up skating rinks that really amaze me. This one is being constructed for a weekend skate.
I can’t wrap my head around the cost of all this merriment. Not to mention the mystery of where does it all come from? The villages of Christmas markets, popping up in every Swiss town across the country. Where does it all come from? And where does it live the other 11 months of the year? The scale of it all really doesn’t fit within the tiny confines of this country.
All in all the effort to bring festivity here is amazing and greatly appreciated. Even our house is starting to feel festive with the arrival of gifts from family back home. (Thank you Janes & Les!!)
Complete with the collection of advent calendars, we’re right into the spirit!
And for the final and definitive sign that it is, indeed, Christmas, the red cup.