Go back to Switzerland

i always was so mad at my dad for just getting up and leaving.. for saying he wanted to stay there.. to live there.. to almost miss my graduation.. too not be home for any holidays.. i thought it was simply because of work that he wanted to stay.. god i could see him living there.. he was so happy.. it is so beautiful.. while i was there we went to Rome also but it had nothing on Switzerland.. it was just so beautiful.. so peaceful.. so relaxing.. so friendly.. i can’t even explain.. my dad lived in Lugano right on the water.. right on the side of a big hill.. every morning while he was at work me my sister and her soon to be fiancee would wake up and walk down the hill and down through a path along the water to the “square” and feed the pigeons and just walk and take in the beauty.. i want to go back so bad.. my dad swears we will.. i can’t wait..

Have wanted to go back to Switzerland for a few years now. Visited a few times, and though the practical side in me says that I can’t live there, the romantic, the fantasy side keeps telling me to go back. Want to go back and see the beauty of the mountains from the small town of Grindewald. Want to the the Rhine Falls in Schaffhausen again. Want to walk the streets of Lucerne at night again. Want to walk the streets of the tiny medieval town of Stein am Rhine again, stopping at a bakery for fresh rolls. Want to go back to Zurich, to Basel, and to Interlaken.

And I want to go back and visit all the places I didn’t get a chance to go to when I was there.