When I started my trip if you would have asked me "will you go to a country more than one time?", my answer probably would have been no. Even further, after being in Zurich earlier on my trip and realizing how expensive Switzerland was -- I would have said it was even less likely that I would have returned to that country. But, that is exactly where I went after Prague.
My friend from New York, Hendrik, has a house in the mountains and was kind enough to invite me there for a few days to relax. The mountains in Switzerland were absolutely breathtaking on the ride in the train up to his place, although - I will say there were times the train seemed a little too close to the edge for my comfort!
Unfortunately, my first day there I wasn't a very entertaining guest as I had stayed up the whole night before in order to catch my bus to the airport in Prague at 5am. Many of you may have experienced "Tired Amy" before, it's not necessarily my best side - sorry, Hendrik! We had planned on a lot of things to do while I was there for those two days, they included:
(1) Riding along with Hendrik during his golf tournament
(2) Hiking in the mountains
You can probably guess that neither of these happened, for a few reasons:
(1) I slept through his tee time (in fact I think I must have slept 14 or so hours that evening - a much needed rest!)
(2) It was raining the entire time I was there (I am sad I didn't get to hike through and see the mountains, although - no one would call me an outdoorsy person, and thus it may have been for the best so I didn't come back with a broken leg or something!)
So instead we spent much of the weekend watching movies - which was exactly what I needed. And this started after Hendrik was appalled by the fact that I had never seen the Karate Kid. I didn't realize that this was such an injustice - but apparently I was wrong.
I felt very relaxed after a weekend in the mountains, and then luckily Hendrik escorted me back to Zurich to catch my flight early the next morning (while I'm getting better at navigating in foreign countries, trains still confuse me). And Hendrik thought that there would be no better send off from Switzerland than going to a beer hall and having a sausage. Now, this wasn't just any sausage - this thing was massive! Between the two of us, we shared a half meter long sausage - and I really wish that I took a photo of it so you can grasp how much it was, but I forgot. But I did remember to take a picture of the restaurant sign!
