If you did team sports as a kid, you probably remember at least one teammate who, despite coming to practice day after day and season after season, never seemed to be able to score a goal or pull ahead of the pack. Yep, that was me…but even though I rarely won, I happily kept coming back for more whether it made sense or not.
Apparently, I have the same attitude toward international travel: scrappy.
I don’t have a knack for languages or striking up conversations with strangers, I have terrible flight/boat/car/bus/ski lift anxiety, and I lack a sense of direction entirely. But somehow, I’ve found myself making my way as an American expat in Switzerland, and these are my experiences. Thanks for stopping by!