Big week here. Our two very first Swiss play dates.
Well, to be accurate, the play dates were in Switzerland with my two Swiss kids. The other kids were not Swiss but rather Polish and American. Baby steps…so far no Swiss families are trying to be our friends. We remain ever hopeful.
I tell you what is a new and exciting experience. Having your own child, playing with another child, in your home, chatting away in a language that is new unfamiliar. Such a bizarre feeling. “Who is that kid and who taught her how to speak that language!?” Pretty darn amazing.
Less awesome is heading over to a new family’s house who have the potential to be friends for the whole family and discovering you don’t have as much in common… Not because they aren’t lovely or the kids haven’t hit it off, but because the gorgeousness of their home means we may never, ever be able to have them over to our wee, filthy hovel. Their home was jaw droppingly gorgeous. The children played with their drones while they weren’t at the squash courts.
They want to get together again. I need to think of clever excuses before they discover that we live in squalor and can’t possibly be friends.
Incompatability aside, it’s so great to be making friends. It adds a richness to our days that is sorely missed.
That said, living in the heart of Christmas paradise is really pretty rich. The fact that I can get a delicious cup of mulled wine on practically ever corner is how Christmas should always be!
Life is pretty photogenic around here these days. Thought I’d share some of the highlights of what we’re seeing on our daily out & abouts.
We spent yesterday touring the festivities in Zurich with around a million other people. It was amazing.
With D’s day made in spades, we were free to wander through the markets and streets.
After wandering through the market we made our way towards the Haupt Bahnhof to see the lights and the trees.
After touring through Zurich with our amazing guide Titi, we made our way to Bäretswil for fondue. Elastic-waist pants are mandatory.
What do you do after a cheese fondue? You spend the day at home, wallowing in your cheese/bread/wine/kirsch hangover.
We may not survive this month…I need to shop for new pants.