There is something awakened within me upon seeing new places. Even when miserably jetlagged and crampy, feeling grimy from the lengthy flight and tired from lugging my luggage from train to train to uphill sidewalk, there's a certain spark of... discovery? adventure? novelty? to encountering cities nestled upon lakes near the Swiss Alps.
It leaves me - just for a moment - breathless.
I've come early to Europe to meet a friend who is hosting me at her lovely home overlooking the city. I dutifully followed her from the airport, arriving to coo over the elegance of her living space before freshening up while she made a lunch of bread, cheese and fruit. (Oh, the bread... And cheese... And fruit...)
We set off to explore the city - beaming at the sunshine when it sparkled and reaching for umbrellas during the light sleet. I took photos - admiring architecture and floral arrangements and breathing in the scent of chocolate - in what is undeniably a charming locale.
Tomorrow, I climb a mountain. (By train. But still!)