I was a little taken aback when I ran out of water in my water bottle, and my friend’s husband (Chris) suggested that I fill it up in one of the city fountains. I thought he was messing with me. In the states, drinking from a public fountain is something only dogs do, and even then, many know better and avoid the filthy pigeon poop filled water.
But, as it turns out, all of Zurich’s fountains have potable water coming from their taps. I’m not sure who’s checking the quality of this, but apparently, this is the long accepted rule.
I’m still recovering from jet lag, but I think there might be a cool connection here to Jesus’ discussion with the woman at the well, about an eternal living water. It also comes from a very unlikely source, and it’s free for all to enjoy.
Now that I’ve solved the problem of keeping hydrated, I just have to figure out what to do about the ever elusive European public restrooms.