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Who could have predicted that after I spent only two hours with
you talking and smiling at the Frankfurt’s airport, I will be so inspired to
visit you and your amazing looking City within a few weeks after we caught the
flights to completely different places?
I didn’t wonder for too long, whether I should stay or go –
I just booked the flights.
Interestingly, I always wanted to have a coffee in one of
the Swiss towns, but I never had that much courage to do it. Suddenly, she made
me to take that step without thinking of it too much.
I arrived in early afternoon when happily, sun was still shining
so high - walking as quickly as possible to leave the busy airport. In one hand
I’m holding my passport in the other, a small brown teddy bear with a blue blow
to make you smile. It worked – eventually
The old town was simply breathtaking. Everything was exactly
like I painted in my dreams. Not to mention about the lake view from the top of
the old square where i was taken by you.
Long walk along medieval streets and that one of a kind
coffee at the end of our journey. That was the moment that my mind loved forever.
I’m writing this
letter after days I came back home, and still can’t forget about the place
where despite chilly evening, I sat outside with little cup of coffee and together
with my heart I was taking the moment.
Au revoir! Genève