Today we went for a drive around the city of Zug, Switzerland. It's very beautiful, the mountains are all green, which is generally a rarity in the world. Usually, the grass is dry and sun-baked. Here, however, the landscapes are truly like a fairy tale. Although after Italy I'm already used to it, and my mind isn't blown quite as much.
The standard of living here is so astronomically high that it's very hard to imagine it's real. If you make 3,000 euros, you can barely get by. A normal salary is more like five or six, and quite a few people make even more. The cars are all new, and not in basic trims, but fully loaded. Just a single grilled sausage costs 8 euros. Here, even the bikes for beer runs are Specialized, and with carbon forks. It's nonsense, because back home only a well-off person can even afford such a bike, while here it's for booze trips.
Today was some kind of City Day, or something like that. There were very, very many people, even though the town is only about twenty thousand. The rules are weird for us, which is the norm in Switzerland. For example, in one place you couldn't buy food if there was nowhere to sit. The Swiss love order and planning more than anything in the world, and it shows. For instance, the trash can immediately comes with a separate compartment for compost, and the dishwasher with a hose for feeding detergent. Trash sorting here is practically a religion — by glass color, type of plastic, and so on and so forth.
Houses are built in terraces so that everywhere has a good view of the mountains or the lake. Pedestrians wave a thank you when you let them pass, although they are let pass almost all the time.
It's very strange, but they smoke a lot here, cigarettes are sold openly everywhere, colorful and attractive, not like everywhere else nowadays, hidden and with diseases on the packs.
I'm staying in a big apartment, with a huge balcony, a wonderful shower, and motorized blinds. If it weren't for friends, I wouldn't even come close to affording such beauty and luxury. A huge thanks to them for their hospitality.
Tomorrow we are going paragliding from the top of the mountain down. It's kinda scary, but it's too late to back out. There are six of us psychos, like bullets in the cylinder of a revolver. I hope this doesn't turn into Russian roulette.