When Swiss Cities Start to Look the Same

I realize that some of these trips are not in order. If you look at my personal calendar, which predates all the way back to August 2013, I have every major trip, class, test, meeting, and breakdown documented in my files. The previous post talked about Munich, but in reality, I went to Basel the weekend before! Perhaps I’ll start adding actual dates to these entries?

Regardless of my disorganization on this front, Basel was definitely one of the most spontaneous trips I took during my exchange. The night before departure, some of my friends and I wanted to take a day trip just to get out of Zürich. Same night, we were out till 3:00 partying on Langstrasse. So in our less-than-sober selves, Brandon, Will, Zach, and I, simultaneously bought Supersaver tickets to Basel.

Thus, not at the crack of dawn and closer to noontime, the four of us scurried to Zürich HB in spite of our throbbing heads. With little foresight on our activity, we followed our guiding saviour, Zach, and his supreme ability to navigate TripAdvisor, among other things. Stepping out of the main train station, we all concluded that Basel could be mistaken as Zürich 2.0. However, I would come to find my original interpretation of Swiss cities to be incorrect later in my travels. Our expat ignorance assimilated all trams and tramlines to be a defining factor in all Swiss cities. If you looked up on any major street, you’d see the thin wire that acts like a red string of fate, weaving the arteries of the town.

IMG_9472

Tram passing through a square in Basel.

Continue reading →

Casually Crossing Borders

What do you do when your roommates buy your tickets to Germany and tell you 24 hours before the departure time? You pack your bags and go on an adventure!

During our intensive German course, my friends were inspired by the language to plan a weekend trip to Munich. A quick four hour bus ride from Zürich, we left on Friday afternoon and arrived in the evening. When I stepped foot into the station, I realized my first mistake was not bringing any Euros. So early on in this post, the life lesson here is to bring the correct currency to your destination!

IMG_1262.JPG

When you realize you’re not in Switzerland anymore.

Continue reading →

Skiing a Decade Later

Is it too early to post a throwback? I promise this one is legitimate and includes embarrassing childhood photos. That’s a yes? Cool.

In 2007, my family and I took a two-week trip around Central Europe. In true summer time fashion, we had packed maximum shorts (think Rome in August) and minimal outerwear (think one hoodie at best). So on the morning prior to travelling up Mount Titlis in Engelberg, 12-year-old Grace layered on ALL of her shirts and a jacket to combat the ominous mountain air. To say the least, it was not enough. Views were totally worth it, chilled appendages were not.

Fast forward to 2017, a decade apart and most definitely wiser about attire choices. Decked out in my trusty old Canada Goose and snowpants to match, I skied the narrow runs down the mountain. It didn’t even occur to me that I had visited the same location 10 years prior. It wasn’t until I saw the very obvious 范冰冰 (Chinese) advertisement at the top of the gondola did I realize I sat in these exact cable cars with my mother and grandparents. All the memories flooded back to me. Look below for evidence!

img_3793

Grace in 2007, wearing literally everything in her suitcase for top of Mt. Titlis in August.

img_3794

Grace in 2017, wearing literally one t-shirt and a jacket for skiing at Mt. Titlis in February.

Continue reading →

Adventure Is Out There!

IMG_2566

Views from the top of Grossmünster on a beautiful summer’s day in Zürich.

Some would say that I dodged a bullet. I’d say that I bit it.

There is never a better time to write about your experiences than six months after the fact. Like they say, hindsight is 20/20 vision. In all honesty, I thought about keeping a journal throughout my travels, but seeing that many of my counterparts fade into oblivion in a mixture of school, travel, and “discovering yourself”, I simply couldn’t put that kind of stress on my readers. So welcome to my humble adventures, six months late, but here nonetheless.

Is there a point to recollect my hazy memories of romanticized Europe and all of its glory? My answer is yes. I have a knack for recalling even the faintest of events (i.e., my neighbour’s impeccable rendition of “Let It Go” during a heated trade in a game of Catan). I also have the photos to prove it – photos of my adventures, not the karaoke version of Disney songs. So here I am, sitting in my cozy home, across the ocean from the topic of my choice. I hope you’ll stay and read, but I also hope you’ll stay and learn. Cheers to adventures told and to be told!

Continue reading →