Geneva - a city of contrasts

I was captivated by its modern elegance, yet overwhelmed by the staggering cost of living. Every corner whispered sophistication, yet one moment stood out beyond all else.

Amidst the rush of impeccably dressed crowds, I saw a woman in tattered clothes, her skin exposed to the biting 3°C cold. She walked silently, lost in the city’s rhythm, a stark reminder of the divide between wealth and hardship—even in a place that seemed so perfect. It made me pause and reflect.

Then, nostalgia crept in. I longed for the warmth of Vietnamese New Year’s Eve—the scent of burning incense, the sound of laughter, the sight of family gathered around a festive meal. That sacred, familiar transition from old to new, a feeling no place can replace.

Travel is always like this. It opens my world, introduces me to new people, and teaches lessons only experience can bring. But it also leaves me with deep emotions, thoughts I can’t always put into words. Geneva reminded me to cherish simplicity, to value the small yet profound things that make home, our home