stuffed in switzerland
I've finally arrived in a location where there's a bed. I left California at some ungodly early hour, flew to JFK (arrived evening), flew to Geneva (arrived 9am), took a taxi to a meeting, took a bus to a train to another bus to a hotel in Zurich. I've eaten an insane number of meals "today": breakfast in CA, tasty leftovers for lunch that I brought on the plane to NY (thanks, missionista), nasty dinner and breakfast on the plane to Geneva, a very unsatisfactory "lunch" in the Geneva train station, a snack on the train, and finally dinner at the hotel.
Of note: dinner at the hotel featured a liver sausage and a blood sausage, along with a mountain of sauerkraut, a giant bowl of poached apples, and the obligatory boiled potatoes. The blood sausage was good, but the liver one was amazing (with gooey insides exploding everywhere when I sliced it open). Almost makes up for the fact that I was on the French side of Switzerland and got no decent Swiss-French or French food.
My bed awaits eagerly.
Of note: dinner at the hotel featured a liver sausage and a blood sausage, along with a mountain of sauerkraut, a giant bowl of poached apples, and the obligatory boiled potatoes. The blood sausage was good, but the liver one was amazing (with gooey insides exploding everywhere when I sliced it open). Almost makes up for the fact that I was on the French side of Switzerland and got no decent Swiss-French or French food.
My bed awaits eagerly.