It’s cold in Züri
The fountain in front of the train station is frozen. Long live winter.
T̶w̶o̶ One p̶e̶r̶p̶e̶t̶u̶a̶l̶ ̶e̶x̶p̶a̶t̶s̶ immigrant settling into home country number five.
The fountain in front of the train station is frozen. Long live winter.
Why am I doing this again? I blame everyone I’ve ever met who has a blog for making me want to have one too. Seriously, a blog? Suddenly I’m even nerdier than my husband the computer nerd. Ha. Ha ha.