impressions from my beloved ZŰRI
after my short trip to the french-speaking part of switzerland and france i had another few days to spend in zurich. my friend from canada came to visit for a whole week and we had a great time with loads of fun and relaxed moments.
let me show you a few pictures. this first one is taken of the mountain on one side of zurich, the Űetliberg. this is also the place where elie and i spent a night to celebrate our fifth/twelfth anniversary a few days before ngaio and i walked up to the top again.
after climbing that obstacle we took the tram down to the lake to visit the yearly 'theaterspektakel'.
it was a lovely evening and we were surrounded by great company, my mother christine, father luc, and my brother eric, whom i don't really see often.here he is, nearly natural:

and this is rare, but does happen:

and this is myself with two dogs of a friend of mine. four humans took three dogs and two horses out into the forrest for a peaceful walk. it was fantastic. i miss the woods around here, among other things.

and this last picture probably best discribes the way i felt after having spent a wonderful time in my homecountry: split in two. it is my home, but equally i feel like a stranger or foreigner. in a way i was looking forward to going home to england, seeing elie again, the house, my familiar surroundings. on the other hand i was leaving behind a bunch of people i love, places i'll miss, and moments i will sap on until the next visit . . . . . .
let me show you a few pictures. this first one is taken of the mountain on one side of zurich, the Űetliberg. this is also the place where elie and i spent a night to celebrate our fifth/twelfth anniversary a few days before ngaio and i walked up to the top again.

and this is rare, but does happen:

and this is myself with two dogs of a friend of mine. four humans took three dogs and two horses out into the forrest for a peaceful walk. it was fantastic. i miss the woods around here, among other things.

and this last picture probably best discribes the way i felt after having spent a wonderful time in my homecountry: split in two. it is my home, but equally i feel like a stranger or foreigner. in a way i was looking forward to going home to england, seeing elie again, the house, my familiar surroundings. on the other hand i was leaving behind a bunch of people i love, places i'll miss, and moments i will sap on until the next visit . . . . . .

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