Dear Swiss,
I will miss you.
I will miss you sweeping the road with a dustpan and brush. Yessir, that would be cleaning your bitumen roads with a dustpan and brush.
I will miss your children going on and on in Swiss German to me as I smile and nod.
I will miss getting a foot of snow in about 3 hours [today], and you coming along in the minutes afterward with your snow plow.
I will miss your whole Kindergarten class coming to your house to pick you up on your birthday. All coming up the road with their stick horses and Pringle cans aka drums. Singing.
I will miss eating the most amazing Zopf breads in the world.
I will miss the wide and luxurious chocolate choices I have at my fingertips...in my mouth...right now. Ah.
Love Kylie, who had all these Swiss things happen today.
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I miss it too! At least you're still there.
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