At least twice a day I see the little old crossing guard man at the bottom of the hill.
He is always wearing his coat and the hat with fuzzy ear flaps.
Every day he smiles at me and I say bongiorno and he bellows BONGIORNO back at me.
Once I saw him at the mini Migros, and he still said bongiorno.
Today he said bongiorno as usual and then "Aspetta, aspetta..." (and I think he called me stella?)
And he gave me this.
And I said GRAZIE and I wanted to hug him, but that did not seem like a very Switalian thing to do.
And I was happy all day.