Theatrical Persuasion: Zurich, Winterthur

So here's what we're gonna do. I'm currently in Switzerland.

Note the cow.

So even though I am behind on my London posts, I'm gonna skip ahead and do my Switzerland posts in real(ish) time and then go back and fill in the missing London posts.

Day 1 SWITZERLAND!

Didn't sleep. Stayed up packing and figuring out how to bathe with a broken shower. At 4:00am, Ashley and I head out on the first leg of our journey, which involves walking down the road to the bus stop. We catch the night bus to another stop where our shuttle to Luton airport is supposed to pick us up. Luckily, we are able to catch an earlier shuttle than the one we booked, because we probably would have missed our flight otherwise. After pretty much passing out for the hour ride, we go through security which is frustrating because a) I forgot to put my liquids in the little baggy thingy and have to figure that out while in line and b) because apparently peanut butter counts as a liquid. You may ask why I have a large jar of crunchy JIF peanut butter in my carry-on luggage. No, I am not crayz.

Ok. PAUSE. I am on a Swiss kezboard. Thez speak German in this part of Swityerland. Notice that the "z" and "y" kezs are switched. Also, a bunch of other random symbols and things are on here making it extremely difficult to type.

So back to the peanut butter. My cousin, with whom I am staying in Zurich asked me to bring him one thing from the U.S: peanut butter. But they threw it away. What a waste of delicious peanut butter.

The flight is rather uneventful, other than an attractive flight attendant named James and a zillion yelling babies. But we get there on time and Felipe is at the airport waiting for us. We head to downtown Zurich to do some sightseeing.

We see the river and the lake (which I learn is "see"in German. So we see the see.)

We walk through some cute alleys and plazas and then we meet Beatriz, my cousin's wife, for lunch at an Australian restaurant. We order kangaroo and ostrich to be adenturous. It isn't bad at all.

We ride a tram back to where we had parked the car. Ok. Transportation sidenote. The tram is like a trolley in San Fransisco. Sort of. But, they weave through traffic in their own lanes without warning, so it is really easy to hit them. Like we almost do. Also, the streets and the sidewalks are the same colors here with no curb, so I keep thinking cars are driving up onto sidewalks like it is no big deal.

There are barely any places to make U-turns here, and the roads are not neatly laid out. They sort of make no sense whatsoever and split in weird ways. I would have serious issues here. I can barely drive in America, let's be honest.

We are supposed to go to a technological museum, but Ashley and I pass out in the car so we head home to take a nap instead. Upon waking, we travel into Winterthur, the small town outside of Zurich where my cousin lives. Their apartment is so beautiful, with a gorgeous view of the mountains. I keep expecting goat herds to run out of nowhere. Winterthur is nice; we walk around take ridiculous photos (see below), get some groceries, and head home. According to Felipe, we have seen all there is to see of both cities in a day.