… is you are constantly reminded that there is a great world out there that you could see, but you’re inside.
I did manage to see lots of great landscapes, but I was there for an eyeblink and then had to go somewhere else. On Saturday I did manage to walk around. A lot. I found the yarn store (it was closed) and I found the local museum (20 minutes before it would close). But I did manage to take a train to one of the hills overlooking the Zurichsee, and nearly expired walking up the rest of the way to a restaurant at the top of the hill (10 minutes easy walk … not so much). Evidence that I was in a place where people value wool, even if I couldn’t get in to shop: