Laowai

I saw a turnip the other day and I couldn’t resist buying it, bringing it home and carving it up. I’ll explain. In Switzerland, in the Fall, kids carve up turnips and turn them into candle lanterns and then they walk around the town singing songs in the dark. So when I see a turnip in the grocery store I think of that special quiet tradition. You see there is always a piece of Switzerland stuck in my heart.

Also, I’ve been making my own version of bircher muesli. It’s the creamy, oaty, fruity breakfast mush that I remember eating in the hospital after Claire was born. So yummy. I would sometimes buy it at the train station and then eat it on the train going on weekend jaunt. Even the smallest convenience marts had a good bircher muesli to buy and eat with a plastic spoon.

So it’s not that I want to move back there right now (like my husband does), it’s just that a million little things make me think of it fondly. And if I did move there I would think of 999,999 little things that I associate with living here. 

Oh Switzerland, I can’t quit you.