Every time I return from a trip, I return to what I still believe is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I miss this place whenever I am away traveling, be it on paradisal beaches, in picturesque mountainous landscapes, or in the world’s most fascinating, bustling metropolises. This spectacular yet peaceful view of the city’s skyline with all the old housetops – the cathedral and the domes of the Bundeshaus standing out – in front of a seemingly endless chain of snowy Alps. It still takes my breath away over and over again after all these years and immediately evokes a feeling of home and belonging.
Walking along the shore of the lake, no one’s around. We’re all by ourselves, confronted with water, wind, and weather. Everything quiet, except for the sound of cold rain. Big drops – too many to count – falling down the sky, breaking the surface of the water. The beauty of stillness, the absence of action.
Departing in late morning on a late summer Sunday, Paul, Remo and I were headed to the Italian-speaking part of Switzerland. Our goal: Collecting a new ground by visiting the cup game between Vedeggio Calcio and Grasshopper Club Zürich. A really nice day in beautiful Ticino. After visiting the game (which GC won, unfortunately) we drove a couple minutes to the canton's biggest city Lugano. Was good to finally be there again, I haven't been to Lugano for quite a while before… We enjoyed the city and the weather before returning to our beautiful home in Bern late at night – equipped with one more visited football ground in our list.