Home is not a place…

… it’s a feeling! Spring break brought us back home to Switzerland. After we arrived at Zürich airport we took the train to St. Gallen our home town. We passed typical Swiss landscape in all it’s glory: farmsteads, yellow rape fields, blooming apple trees and here an there a cow. It took me over 40 years and 2 years abroad to understand why tourists start already in the train with taking pictures. Later we could see the Alpstein massif, a subgroup of the Appenzell Alps with its highest peak the Säntis at 2502 meters. My heart starts beating faster: welcome home! On our first evening we were invited to a friend’s house. Sitting on the balcony, enjoying the evening sun, eating olives and focaccia, drinking a glass of wine, chatting about everything and nothing. Was it really one year ago when we met us the last time? Welcome home!

The next day we visited St. Gallen, a compact metropolis of eastern Switzerland between Lake Constance and Appenzellerland with a charming, traffic-free old town, colourfully-painted oriel windows and of course the Abbey with the cathedral and library, an UNESCO World Heritage. Not to be forgotten the three lakes (drei Weihern) a bit above the town where we spent a lot of time at younger ages. It was great to stroll around and to visit all the different spots I love in this town. Funny that you have to go abroad first to understand that the good is close by – welcome home!

During our visit I never felt that it was already a year ago since we visited our Swiss friends the last time. So home is where your friends are!

After ten days in best company with a lot of St. Galler Bratwürste (this famous veal sausage from St. Gallen is the clear favourite at barbecues, holidays and other festivals throughout Switzerland. For me fair and square the best sausage worldwide!), Raclette (a popular melted cheese dish served with potatoes and one or two sparkling glasses of white wine), bread, salami, Schützengarten (the award winning beer from St. Gallen) and chocolate it was time to say goodbye – New York City was calling!!

What should I write about NYC? A city that never sleeps, the main city of the American dream, the city of money and entertainment. In Frank Sinatra’s words:

Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today.
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York.
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York.

I wanna wake up, In a city that doesn’t sleep.
And find I’m king of the hill, top of the heap.

These little town blues, are melting away.
I’ll make a brand new start of it, in old New York.

If I can make it there,
I’ll make it anywhere.
It’s up to you, New York, New York.

New York, New York.
I want to wake up, in a city that never sleeps.
And find I’m A-number-one, top of the list, king of the hill, A-number-1…………….

The New York feeling: you simply have to experience it by yourself, set it on your bucket list! I love this city and it wasn’t the last time I was there!

After three days in this lively and thrilling city we flew back to Charlotte and my heart started to beat faster when I saw the uptown buildings through the airplane window. And then this nice, warm weather: goodbye socks, long pants and jackets. And then our neighbor who brought over the mail with the words: welcome home, nice to have you back. And then the anticipation to see all our American friends soon, to jump in the pool when ever we want and to start again with our common but beautiful daily life – welcome home!

Home is where your family is, where your friends are, where you can be yourself, where your heart beats… The special thing about home is that it feels good to leave and it feels even better to come back. Welcome home!

 

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