Waking up in Zurich was like being 5 years old again and sprinting downstairs on Christmas day to see what Santa brought me. To say I was excited to be in Switzerland is a huge understatement. Ever since being a young child and hearing about our homeland from my grandparents, I always thought “wow, it be so awesome to go there someday” but never actually thought I’d make it there. Well, THIS was that ’someday’!!!
With expectations set SO high, I may have been a little worried that my perfect place doesn’t exist. Oh…but it does, and it’s wonderful!
Woke up at 8:00 and went for a run in the cobblestone streets. Along the Limmat river, by the Swiss National Museum waterfront trail. Cool, peaceful morning, swans on the river. Swans! Just hanging out. Zürich is a beautiful city, yet feels like a small(ish) town. My kind of place.
Even though the previous day was a stressful travel day and things didn’t work out according to our plans, we felt very blessed that God had different plans for us that worked out better. Funny how that happens 
After a breakfast of breads, cheese, and my first experience of swiss kaffe—mmm….they know how to do coffee right—we packed up, said “Auf Weidershen” to the very nice hotel staff and took a walk along the river and through the city on our way to catch the train to Chur.
Just like clockwork, the Swiss trains arrive right on schedule. We enjoyed a gorgeous 1.5 hour train ride south along Zürichsee (Lake Zürich) and past lush Swiss farmland.
We finally arrived at Chur, capital of the canton of Graubünden in the southeast corner of the country, and our destination for the next couple of nights. (Fun fact I just discovered: according to Wikipedia, Chur is the ‘twin town’ of Olathe, Kansas–where my aunt Janice and several friends live and where Todd went to high school!)
We checked into our hotel and then walked around the old town. Ordering food here was our biggest challenge of the trip so far, as neither of us knew any German beyond the basic greetings, but in this part of Switzerland they speak a unique Swiss German that is even more confusing. We managed to survive by pointing and guessing.
We came upon an outdoor biergarten and enjoyed some German biers. I don’t even know what I ordered, I just pointed at the tap that looked like a wheat beer.
And lest you think I haven’t been enjoying myself:
I was in love with Switzerland.
