Just returned from Zurich last night. Great trip. Mark picked me up at the airport looking smashing in his "Vegas" suit, holding a giant, red Amaryllis and wearing a huge smile.
As seems to be the case in Zurich for much of November-February, the weather was grey, grey, grey. (must remember to pack light box)
The first day was tough as I spent much of it anxious about whether or not I could really live there. Then I fell asleep. And I slept and slept. I slept so much, when I awoke, I was on Zurich time and my jet lag was gone.
I checked out Mark's office and met his team - all very cool, multi-lingual people. (They all speak at least 3 languages fluently. I wowed them with my "toca la guitarra" and counting to 10 in Spanish AND French).
We met his boss, James, and his wife, Lorna for drinks and dinner and hit some fabulous, fun bars/lounges. They are both Brits so I didn't feel too guilty speaking English. (Of course, they both have their PhDs in math/science-type fields so I still felt quite daft ...)
As seems to be the case in Zurich for much of November-February, the weather was grey, grey, grey. (must remember to pack light box)
The first day was tough as I spent much of it anxious about whether or not I could really live there. Then I fell asleep. And I slept and slept. I slept so much, when I awoke, I was on Zurich time and my jet lag was gone.
I checked out Mark's office and met his team - all very cool, multi-lingual people. (They all speak at least 3 languages fluently. I wowed them with my "toca la guitarra" and counting to 10 in Spanish AND French).
We met his boss, James, and his wife, Lorna for drinks and dinner and hit some fabulous, fun bars/lounges. They are both Brits so I didn't feel too guilty speaking English. (Of course, they both have their PhDs in math/science-type fields so I still felt quite daft ...)
Mark bought some yummy sausages at the Christmas market.
We went apartment hunting, which successfully eased some of my most pressing anxieties about this aspect of our new life. We saw some v. cool places in which I could really see us living - places I didn't immediately see myself curled up in a ball in front of a television, depressed for weeks at a time as I had feared - fabulous!
The entire trip was going really well and we thought it could only get better since we had decided it to take an apartment that we had seen (brand new reno in old building - 2 bedrooms, 2 baths, heated floors, washer and dryer, roof deck with view of the lake - even an Evita balcony!) and were envisioning where to put which pieces of furniture, talking about who we thought would be our first visitors and how lucky we were to have a cheese shop right downstairs - until we got the call from the broker that the owner had rented it to someone else. Apparently we did not fit the exact mold he was looking to fill ... (another lovely Swiss custom - no rules/laws re: what can be asked of prospective tenants, etc... he wanted to know - kids? pets? were we married? did we have bikes? did we play any instruments? did I have a job?)
Not to be too "The Fox and the Grapes" about it, but we decided that he would have been a lousy landlord anyway. Yeah.
It was a longer flight home (over 8 hours) than on the way over (6.5 hours) but I watched a movie ("Elf"), drank some red wine (free), and had an extra pillow and blanket (score!) so it was bearable. (Knowing that I'd get to see George when I got home and that Mark would be home soon helped too.)
Next step - sell the house. And get back on Eastern Standard Time.
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