The Quiet Urge: Travel, Reflection, and New Light
My Time in Switzerland.
There’s this urge I have.
It’s an urge to travel, go out. Create stuff.
So that’s exactly what I did two weeks ago. We went out to Switzerland by train and explored the cities of Zürich and Lugano.
Zürich is known for its perfect crossover between city and nature. Very expensive shops, cute boutiques, nice restaurants and the lakeside where you sit, swim, and walk. It’s also a very compact city and if you’re up for it, all within walking distance.
That’s the reason we love it so much. It’s everything you need.
We stayed a few days in Zürich, and every time I visit, I’m reminded how balanced it feels. One moment you’re in the middle of busy Bahnhofstrasse, surrounded by high-end stores and buzzing cafés, and ten minutes later you’re sitting by the lake, feet dangling over the water, everything calm again.
The old town (Altstadt) is my favorite part.
Narrow, winding streets, colorful buildings, and those unexpected little courtyards where you can just sit and watch life happen. There’s history in every corner, but it never feels too crowded or overwhelming.
And the best part? Nature is always right there. The lake, the Limmat River, the mountains in the distance—it’s a city that lets you breathe.
Even if you’re not doing much, just being in Zürich feels like a reset.
After a few days in Zürich, we took the train south to Lugano—a whole different vibe. Palm trees, mountains, and that laid-back, Italian influence you feel in every corner.
It’s quieter, slower.
The kind of place where you can sit by the lake for hours and just watch the world drift by.
We spent our day walking along the water, drinking aperol spritz, and getting lost in side streets. No rush, no big plans—just being there. And honestly, that felt like enough.
I brought my camera, of course. I’m not sure yet if I’m trying to capture these places or just hold onto the feeling a little longer.
Maybe both.
Either way, there’s something about being somewhere new that shakes you awake a bit.
Let me show you some more photos.
And that’s what this trip was really about: getting unstuck, even if just for a little while.
Travel has a way of reminding me why I create in the first place.
It pulls me out of routine and puts me face to face with new light, new colors, and new moods. Even the quiet moments—especially the quiet moments—feel charged with something fresh.
Looking back at the photos now, they feel like little time capsules.
Not perfect shots, not staged—just glimpses of what it felt like to be there.
That’s what I’m chasing most of the time: the feeling, not just the image.
I’ll leave it here for now, but I’m already thinking about the next trip. Because that urge? It never really goes away.
Beautiful images, my wife used to live in Switzerland before she met me and her photos look unreal. I can’t wait visit
Travel is everything.