Welcome to Wander We Go. I’m Alex.
I write about life in Zürich, travels throughout Europe, and musings on both.
All in Other Stories
And isn’t winter characterized as that long drawn-out season, leisurely, sluggishly, ever so gradually slouching toward spring? So I’m embracing it, the slow gracefulness, the languid pace. I’m reminded to stop and pause, to take in my surroundings a bit more consciously.
Since you are supposed to write what you know, and write what you like to read, and I really enjoy reading book recs from others - I’ve decided to start my own series of book reviews. So now, instead of shoving the books I loved into the arms of the nearest human (aka my husband), I can shove them into the world of the internet instead.
Summer afternoons, it seems the shades of blue are undecided, too lovely for nature to choose just one. The sky and the sun compromise, picking a new blue each day: turquoise, robin’s egg, canary, the deepest of navy, the lightest of aquamarine, sometimes a solid hue, mostly blended, always radiant. It shimmers and it beckons. Coyly, almost suggestively.
