Ah, The Fresh London Air

Over the long weekend Baby M visited her sixth country and The Frau got to visit one of her best friends from college. This friend moved to London two years ago after being an expat in Düsseldorf and she is still recovering.

“Oh my God, do you see how run down the roads are?” My friend asks as we drive from Heathrow Airport to her place in Richmond.

Richmond Bridge (Southwest London)

“And look at how disorganized the traffic is!”

The Frau couldn’t help but laugh, because she was thinking the same thing herself.

One of the side effects of living in Switzerland and Germany is that they do their best to ruin the rest of the world for you.

Because once you live amongst people who are preoccupied with dirty sink spouts and out of place geraniums, the rest of the world is just not going to be able to compete.

Still, The Frau and Baby M had a great time in London—in particular, they enjoyed the fresh air. The Frau found it amazing that she could go to a city with thousands of times the number of residents of Zurich, but with only about a tenth of the amount of cigarette smoke. She could even sit outside at a restaurant for two whole hours without smelling one cigarette.

Refreshing, huh? Especially to realize Switzerland has some work to do if it really wants to be perfect after all.