It’s Thursday afternoon, May 15th, 2025. As I slowly prepare to say goodbye to Lausanne, I sip my beer and soak in the moment. After wrapping up my training and tackling a handful of urgent tasks, I found myself wandering — once again — from the hilltop down to the lakeside, repeating the same old phrase: "What a beautiful city. We’re not really living compared to these gifted people, are we?"Despite the warm weather and people in t-shirts, I showed up at the lake in a jacket, backpack on my shoulders and shopping bags in hand — quite the scene. I ended up back at Lacustre, the same spot where I had dinner last Sunday. History was about to repeat itself, but the table I’d reserved last time was taken, and dinner service wouldn’t start until 5 p.m. Still, I decided to stick around, watch the sun go down, and enjoy a little moment of solitude. The rest could wait.
It’s oddly noisy here, and I find it hard to write. But watching people chat, laugh, and live in the moment makes me happy for them. No one’s glued to their phones or obsessed with selfies — something I deeply admire. There’s so much I envy about this city. After seeing it with fresh eyes this time, I can’t help but question those who insist, "Turkey is the most beautiful country in the world." Beautiful, yes — but how well do they really know the rest of the world?
I didn’t feel this way the last time I was here, but this trip has left a much deeper impression. Hopefully, it won’t be too long before I return.
What made this visit truly special were the people. I got to reconnect with my mentor, Mark — it was inspiring to sit with him, share stories, and soak up his wisdom. I’m genuinely grateful to have him in my life. Once again, he hosted me generously and took me out for dinner — not as a tourist, but as someone experiencing Lausanne like a local. Thank you, Mark. You’ve got a big heart — and a strong wallet! (This is how AI handles the translation from Turkish to English!)
Yes, I know I’m being a bit sentimental, but I’d rather put these feelings into words than pretend everything is picture-perfect on Instagram. Truth is, there’s a cost to all this. My average sleep has dipped below six hours again, and I’m going to bed far too late just to keep up with unanswered emails from the day. But then again, I’d be replying to those same emails in Istanbul — just without this view, this sunset, and this feeling.
They just closed the shade that was protecting me from the sun. My screen is now glaring, my beer warming up, and my face slightly burning. Looking at the bright side — literally — there’s a boat pulling in. Let’s see who’s coming off. Time to soak in some natural vitamin D and do a bit of people-watching.
Tomorrow, I’ll be working from Lausanne office, and in the evening, I’ll say goodbye to this beautiful city. Hopefully, only for a little while.
Update:
After writing the paragraphs above, I climbed uphill back toward the hotel — and boy, the heat took a toll. Before heading in, I stopped at my favorite burger joint, ordered my usual, and enjoyed every bite. I even felt so inspired that, after months of silence, I left a glowing Google Maps review. What happened next? Well, the usual: Outlook, SAP, and all the rest. I also played a game for a while… but I’ll keep that one to myself. Some things are better left unsaid.