Saturday, September 17, 2011

The Drive from Germany to Switzerland

The drive from Germany to Switzerland was long and intense.  Major highways with many exits and turns that you wouldn't think much of  unless you can't read any of the signs.  Our trusty GPS helped us through the hectic 7 hour drive.  I could see Dennis was concerned about crossing the border to Switzerland.  Last time he crossed he talked of guards with machine guns strapped across their bodies. We also needed to get a little sticker for our window called a vignette that is required while traveling through Switzerland. I quietly prayed for a quick and uneventful crossing.  Some friendly men in police type uniform stood at what appeared to be the border.  We pulled over to ask about purchasing the vignette and he pointed inside.  Dennis was in and out in less then 60 seconds and we were on our way.  The whole thing happened so fast we hardly knew it was the border.  Thank you God.

Next we needed internet.  We spotted the golden arches and headed to McDonalds for a quick, inexpensive snack...............WHOA, sticker shock!  Two cheeseburgers, three orders of McNuggets, one chicken wrap and a large coke (which is comparable to our small size).  All this adds up to the equivalent of 37 US dollars.  I try to console myself by pretending the free internet was 27 dollars.


As we got closer to our new home in Mont Tramelan, Switzerland we began to feel better.  The major highways were in our rear view mirror and the quiet mountains lay ahead. 












Rahel and Fred welcome us to their home and we are pleased with the accomodations we'll have for the next week.  The steps up to the second floor creak back to 1840 when it was built. We pass a meeting room for the Mennonites and learn that the area is heavy in Mennonite culture. The steep steps lead us to the third floor where a spacious apartment awaits us.  We unload our packs and head to the groccery store.

Many of the street signs were French.  We are very close to the France border. I hear some French being spoken and feel like I might have a better chance of communicating with one year of high school French under my belt.  I am surprised at how much I was able to read.

We love experiencing new grocery stores.  Seeing there was no parking lot we parked a couple blocks away.  Having been warned by the McDonald's experience I braced myself for the grocery prices.  EEKS!  We rejoiced in free sacks!


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