After the art museum and a climb up the Grossmünster for a nice view of the city, I wandered the streets of the old town in search for a place to eat. I ended up enjoying a cheese fondue and a glass of Swiss wine (not great fyi) at an outside table of Alder's Swiss Chuchi Restaurant.
Sitting at the table, I couldn't help but overhear the conversation of a middle aged American couple with their daughter (who's apparently currently living in Bosnia, teaching English). The daughter was very obviously disappointed with the fact that her English students were creatively challenged. She'd asked them to brainstorm 'What do you do when you are feeling down' and as an example answered 'I wear my favorite t-shirt'. The responses she got were all of the form 'I wear my favorite ____.' Thus the conclusion - children in Bosnia are programmed with answers.
The whole experience of being in Zürich by myself was very liberating. No cell phone. No internet access (the G1 has spoiled me). No friends in the city. No one can contact me unless I want to be contacted. No responsibilities, just wandering the streets, doing what I want. The quaintness of the city, the plethora of little modern art galleries made me dream of some day moving to Europe and opening up a little gallery of my own. Hence, my 'American dream' which has nothing to do with America except its sentiment.
A fantasy dream in a fantasy land.