We’re not new here anymore. We’ve got our favourite spots, our routines, our groove. We can even chat with the locals in a way that almost feels like we know the language.
We are maybe slower to gape and gasp at the beauty around us now, than we were in those early days. But nothing brings that sense of wonder back quite as quickly and effectively as getting to show off our world to guests for the very first time. Even more so when it is friends who are seeing Europe for the very first time. (Meg, that is. Shane’s been around…)
What a treat this weekend was, to have Meg & Shane here, two of the most genuine, dear souls one could ever know. We’re lucky enough that they traveled across the globe to come see us.
They arrived in Frankfurt Friday morning, rented a mini RV (so our kind of people!) and headed straight to us.
They did amazingly well, considering the long travel day and pending jet lag. We let them go to bed with eager anticipation of the adventuring and sightseeing in the day ahead. Confident that they wouldn’t sleep late, we planned to start the day good and early to take in as much as possible.
But the morning came and there were no Keysers. So we waited. And waited. 8:30 came and went. 9:00 came and went. No response to our cheery “Guten Morgen” texts. 9:30, still no Keysers. Finally at 10:00 a text came in “Holy crap, what just happened!?!? How did we sleep until 10!?”
Dazed and confused, they arrived back at the house ready for a quick coffee, museli and breakfast charcuterie before setting out for our first forest wander.
Once back from our “wanderweg” we switched gears to urban mode. A quick hustle to the train station to send the kids off for the weekend to Bäretswil so that we could be completely selfish with our time with Meg & Shane.
With Meg questioning if what we were doing was legal, we put the kids on the train and waved goodbye, knowing that Titi would be awaiting their arrival at the other end. (Perfectly legal by the way.) Their very first solo train trip. One more check on the list of becoming independent. Well done kids!
Which left the Keyser’s and I with an open agenda in pursuit of scenic and gastronomical adventures. Giddy-up!!
I had hoped that we’d already be day-drinking by now but considering that these two were in the stunned-by-jet-lag phase, coffee was a greater necessity.
A quick pause to call the children, in front of a gourmet chocolate shop. The view from The Dolder Grand, high above the lake of Zürich
At this point Manolo was able to join us having finished up his day of work. The tour took on a slightly more colourful nature at this point, Manolo feeling it was important that the Keyser’s saw the underbelly of Zürich too.
With a “special restaurant” in mind, he led us through some streets I didn’t even know existed; streets with a red-light district kind of feel.
After a few circles and some back tracking, we landed at a tiny Italian restaurant. Barely got a table (had to agree to be gone by 8:00) but managed to squeeze in. The menu, handwritten-by-the-chef, each week, was entirely in Italian. Picking out the words we recognized, we managed to order amazing wine and food that was out of this world.
T’was a perfect day in perfect company. We made it back to Winterthur and into bed, ready for our final hours touring our friends.