The fact that I’m taking refugee at posting about my last summer shows quite clearly how unhappy I have been lately devoted I am to document life chronologically. So let’s recall, from a whole year’s distance, how I spent the glorious July of 2015.
After I quit my job at the cardiology and spent a month at home in Budapest, I finally figured out that the form of nursing that suits me best is travel nursing. I joined an agency and took on my first assignment in the farthest Austrian town possible, Bregenz. And so did the summer, that turned out to be my best summer since years if not decades, begin.
I did my best to explore the city…
…and promptly found Europe’s narrowest house.
I also met the prettiest inhabitant of the city…
… and was constantly reminded of deep truths.
I took cable cars to the top of mountains,
…explored new cities…
…and went to the zoo.
I crossed the German border…
… and almost swam over to Switzerland (too bad I’m too old not cool enough for daytime nude swimming in public, haha) (note to self: put on your swimsuit even if you’re only out for groceries. You can never know how your day turns out. Better be prepared).
To make up for missing the Swiss waters, I made a habit of swimming in Lake Constance…
…and made sure to visit Switzerland on an other occasion. Without getting my feet wet, this time.
I went to Liechtenstein…
…where I met the long gone…
… and the dead.
I also got to admire tiny stone carvings inspired by Russian folk tales.
I visited an (even for me) unusual amount of museums…
…to see contemporary art…
…and stunning Alemannic fashion,
…to learn about the beginning of hormone substitution therapy,
…to practice my 17th century Yiddish (haha),
…and to play with funny clockwork toys.
So, yeah. I have nothing to complain about. July 2015 just turned out to be really, really great.