Are you an optimist, pessimist, realist or traveler at heart? Also, who cares if the glass is half-full or half-empty if you can’t bring it through security?
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Recent pop-science articles have been claiming that alcohol does improve your foreign language skills. Well, I have news for you. Alcohol does not improve your foreign language skills, it merely increases GABA production in your brain, which lowers your inhibitions and makes you more
obnoxious confident but less coherent.
One would think that recycling doesn’t really differ much from one country to another. Glass, paper, plastic and regular garbage: that’s what I knew from Germany, quite the environmentally friendly country. But the Swiss go the extra mile – at times I feel like they are just Germans on steroids.
When I moved to Zürich back in 2008, it took a while to get used to their recycling. For starters, they have a different container for every type of glass and plastic. Even mineral and cooking oil go in separate bins. Old appliances and electronic devices also have their special place, but remember to take out the batteries first: they are excruciatingly contaminating! Did you just eat a banana? The peel goes into the compost, so organic matter can make its way back to nature again. Did you just drink a beverage? PET bottles are returnable: if you take them back to a store, you can get some money back. Did your cat just die? I’m so sorry for your loss. In order to avoid potential illnesses, dispose of the dead body in the proper container.
I know what you are thinking: this is way too complicated. Do the Swiss really go to these lengths to save nature? It’s partly their love of nature and – for the most part – their love of money: in Switzerland you have to pay for every bag you throw into the trash, and you know how the Swiss like to keep their finances going…
What do you think about their recycling system? How does it work in your country? Let me know in the comments!
Gibraltar: the European Vegas, the Sunny Britain, the Andalusian tax haven… : ]
Lately I’ve taken a few trips down memory lane trying to figure out where my passion for languages originated. How did it all start? Born in Andalusia, my first interactions with non-Spaniards took place whenever my family would go camping along the Portuguese coast during the summer holidays.
Boy: What’s your name?
Me: Mom, he speaks funny Spanish.
Technically it’s not even winter yet, but the yearly daylight savings time adjustment in Germany always seems to coincide with plummeting temperatures and blanket sale season…