Swiss Shopping and Schweinebraten

I used to live in Germany.

For four years, 6 months and 29 days, I dutifully learned to Deutsch sprachen, be strong, not complain, bag my groceries like a mad woman and appreciate the culture. I am proud to say that today I make a mean schweinebraten (roast pork), can pan fry a schnitzel like nobody's business, occasionally dream in German and am very glad that I gave it a chance.

I worked hard. I met some great friends there. I lost my father. I grew up a little and I came to peace against some of the dark, little, congested and festering corners of my mind. I saw great works of art and learned to appreciate both sides of history. Let’s talk about this sometime over a beer and a nice Schweinehaxe.

On a related yet completely superficial note.
Now, no offense to da Cher-manns but I really had a hard time shopping there for clothes. Thus, when I came across Fox Town in Mendrisio, I was sceptical and drove by with a sad snort. After all, the small range of Swiss shops I had seen, although clever and efficient in service, seemed more difficult and expensive than even the most daunting of the German. I was wrong. Oh, sooooo wrong.

Fox Town is an outlet mall. It has free parking and truly is a magical fairyland where everything fits and is lovely and stylish - where a brass band plays and happy Swiss people who are pleased to take your money cavort merrily and speak to you in whatever language you please. Forgive me Foxtown. www.foxtown.ch
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