Before I talk about Zurick, I have to tell you about the lesson I learned in Budapest. It’s a bad news/ good news story. At the last bath/spa after I had lunch and entered the bath l figured out my way to the locker/changing room. It was crowded and the narrow room had lockers on both sides of a hallway with a bench down the middle. I found an empty locker, changed into my bathing suit, memorized my locker number (67) and watched others use their plastic wristband to lock their locker. All good until I went to lock mine and saw a sticker on the outside that said “out of order”. I took all my stuff and found another locker but did not memorize the number. After about three hours of all things thermal ( brain turns to mush) I returned to the locker room and went to locker 67 to find it totally empty…….I thought it was “disaster”…..all my clothing and money/credit, bank cards gone. I then took a deep breath and found my way to the little machine on the wall that when you put your little wrist band against it — it tells idiots like me what locker your things are in……
Lesson learned: take everything SLOW……and don’t loose all your stuff.
I flew from Budapest and it is just so much harder than the trains…..my suitcase seems heavier and by the time you do check in and security it takes just about as long as the train rides. I have been to Zurich twice when Tony and I went skiing. It a lovely city with the river Limmat flowing down the center of the town. There is a church that has stained glass windows done by Marc Chagall when he was 70 years old— makes me feel pretty humble. They are beautiful:
Some pictures of Zurich:

The church with the green steeple has the windows. I had a tomato cheese sandwich and then checked into my Hostel:
This is my first Hostel experience. After paying $23 for a whole apartment in Budapest I couldn’t see spending $200 for a quick night in Zurich. The Hostel Otter was not cheap: $60. It was very clean and I had to make my bed and put my comforter in a duvet cover. The mattress was great and I was in a little corner with a neat reading lamp. The other five girls were quiet as mice. I definitely brought the average age up. This is the view from my room:
I liked this house with a deer on the roof:
I took a walk and found a beer hall for dinner–pork liver and rosti (the liver was very tender and mild and the gravy was tasty:
It’s on to Lugano.
Love this European stay- cay, Barb! Thank you! Can’t say I’d be brave enough to eat pork livers, though. Continued safe travels! XO
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