I kicked off this year’s travel reading challenge with Antal Szerb’s Journey by Moonlight (1937). It was given to me as a Christmas present and let me tell you, I couldn’t put it down.
All day I’ve been debating with myself about whether or not to write this post. I have all the feels but none of the words, which makes writing a concise blog update a little tricky to say the least. On top of that, even the feels don’t know what they’re up to. So for those of you looking for definitive lessons on my two years abroad… I hope there will be something in here for you. I’m going to try the best I can.
Let me just say this: these past 24 months have been both the best and most difficult of my life.
What if I told you there are people, people who look just like you and me, who have the knowledge to open our eyes to whole new worlds. You’ve probably over-looked them, seeing nothing in their outward appearance to suggest the secrets just below the surface. They are the silent footfalls in a quiet store, the cryptic glance over a computer screen, the soft rustle of pages of a book you can’t quite make out.
Oh yea, I was supposed to write about that time I was in Switzerland… So I was in Switzerland this one time…for roughly 12 hours…over New Year’s.
It went something like this: