I went to Switzerland on Sunday. For the day. Or, more precisely, for the afternoon.
We were originally planning to go to Lake Maggiore but by the time we got around to leaving it was too late for that, so we picked a random place off the map and, despite having neither passports nor Swiss money, we headed for the border. (I met some people who went to Lugano by accident once. They got on the bus on the shores of Lake Como, missed their stop, wondered why their passports got checked and only realised what had happened when they ended up in an incredibly clean town that was full of banks and shops selling cuckoo clocks.)
When we got there, we went for a walk by the lake, admired Rolexes in the windows of the incredibly expensive shops (Lugano is like Milan for people who are too exclusive to face the plebs and pollution), ate pizza, thought about getting the very long funicular up one of the mountains, decided it was too long to wait and too expensive and drove up the mountain, and went for another walk.