Zurich, and now Bern
First day in Zurich.
Landing around 7 am and not getting to our hotel til about 10 pm was rough, and I think some of the people from the group didn't have the best day, persay, but as I sit here on my bed in a dark hotel room, listening to my temporary roommate snore like a dad, I know that today was actually really nice for me.
Ahem, I would like to congratulate myself on somehow not sticking out like a sore thumb among the average Swiss people here. People kept speaking to me in German all day, making jokes to me, asking me for directions or just general questions. It was so odd. In the beginning I'd cringingly respond to them with "I can't speak German," but by the end of the day, I'd realized I could get through almost any of these little situations with a chuckle, smile, shrug, or a "danke," if the myteriously babbling person in question was a cashier. (Not that the Swiss seem to babble a lot, because they really don't.)
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I wrote the above two paragraphs last night, but didn't post til now. There's a lot more to what happened yesterday, but I'm having trouble deciding how much to put in a blog, (as I'm not a huge fan of an online journal that hypothetically bares you to the world.)
So. To sum things up, right now I am sitting on a white wooden bench in a small, beautiful, homey living room. There's a pile of mattresses in the corner, covered with colorful sheets and the most wonderful pillow and poofy blanket that I have seen in awhile. There are little strings of Christmas lights plugged into different parts of the room. This flat, this family, leaves me with a warm, fuzzy, cottonball feeling, the kind of feeling I get when I kiss Cobra (kitty) on the head and she doesn't complain. The kind of feeling I get when it's winter and I sit next to a window, and the sun shines through and warms me.
It's so odd. Weird things that relate to God keep happening to me. I mean, literally, this is what, the 2nd? 3rd day? And at least one weird thing that links me to him has happened each day.
Sleep well, mi familia americana.
[Oh - by the way - Dad! Your Russian cord was the best idea ever! Thank you!]
