such a nice time.

Dear Maggie,

Please come visit me all the time!

love,

Megan

head-lick

botanical garden,

complete with pooping bird

music instrument museum

tram ride

not pictured: 6 cups of brown rice we made, then slowly ate; weird cereal-filled chocolate balls we couldn't quite convince ourselves to enjoy; the many beers drunk while watching the World Cup; pretzels consumed under the same circumstances; the rain, which refused to let up the entire weekend; the waterlogged farmer's market; look of joy on my face as Maggie cooked yet another meal; the fake-grass-covered benches outside of Art Basel on which I waited to meet Maggie after we had each spent two hours looking around the giant expanse of art works; look of enthusiasm on Maggie's face after I managed to return her defective coffee maker to the department store, then exchange it for another, entirely in German (plus hand gestures); the absurdly swollen river, thanks to our absurd amount of rain; speed with which I ran after realizing (thanks to a call from Maggie's mom, her first ever international call!) that I had the date of her arrival wrong; delicious lentil soup we ate at my new favorite neighborhood cafe, ZaZaa; and some other things, too numerous to list. It was pretty nice.