Christmas card outside my window. As soon as you reach the airport and take a train to baggage claim, The ghost of Heidi pops up on the window and blows me a flying kiss.
I can hear the sound of cows and cow bells.
No ,I am not kidding. The swiss seem super serious and host international treaty making sessions but apparently they can be silly in a fun way.
Perfection and punctuality to an extent that it hurts my Indian eye.