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Falling for Switzerland (Literally, at Rhine Falls) Woke up in Zurich on Day 2 and the air was still disrespectfully fresh. My puffy flight face was gone (bless Swiss skincare and good sleep), and I had one goal: chase waterfalls—and yes, do go chasing them when they’re in Switzerland. Cue: Rhine Falls – the charm of all waterfalls in Europe.   Of Trains and Time Travel Before we get to the fall (no pun intended... okay maybe a little), can we talk about Swiss trains? Because they are not trains. They are luxury chariots that glide on time, whisper through valleys, and make your soul feel tidy. I hopped onto one bound for Schaffhausen, the town closest to Rhine Falls. It was like stepping into a moving meditation. Giant windows. Green pastures. Lakes that look like they’ve been photoshopped. I swear I saw a unicorn. Might’ve been a well-groomed goat, but let’s not ruin the moment. Bonus: no one screamed on the phone, no one played loud reels. Swiss trains aren’t just ...

Manifesting Mountains and Managing Money I always believed dreams should be wild, impractical, and preferably covered in snow. Enter: Switzerland. This alpine fantasy started where all epic journeys begin—on my couch, in a hot summery Ahmedabad day, air conditioner was full on and here it was on the TV “Cr ash Landing on You” . I paused the show somewhere between “Hello Captain Ri” and “Wow, look at those mountains,” and whispered to myself,  “One day…” Well folks,  one day  turned into  day one . But let’s rewind a bit. Let me tell you, saving for Switzerland is like dating someone way out of your league. You’re hopeful, broke, and slightly delusional. There were temptations, there was summer & winter sale. But I held on. Started a “SwissiPiggy” fund—because if you name your savings jar, you’re less likely to rob it. True story. Weekend parties? Replaced by budgeting spreadsheets. Impulse shopping? I told myself,  “Would you rather have that 4th pair of bla...