This place

On Saturday I went for a bike ride, planning to go to a market just over the border in Germany that I hadn't been to yet, and kept going. I visited the market, had coffee and a kitsch salad (the mango dressing was very good) at a very nice cafe. I kept cycling along Lake Constance & its fruit farms to Friedrichshafen. Had more good coffee and ice cream, bought strawberries from a stall, picked wild blackberries and stopped for a swim on the way back.
I love this place - the mountains, the lake, the river, the farms, the food, the people. I feel somehow more 'in tune' here. I jog past the farms where my fruit and milk I comes from. I talk with the people who make the cheese at the market. I buy bread that's still warm from the bakery. I go swimming in the river or the lake - not a chlorinated pool - and if I want to go somewhere I have to 'earn' it by walking or cycling - not just get into a car. Of course I still sit in front of a computer for the majority of the week and often have no choice but to go to the cheapest supermarkets, but at least there's a nice view to go with it. Yep, still happy I stayed.