So I'm here...

 So....we made it to Switzerland...and this is how:

After flying from Austin to Dallas, we were stuck with a 3+ hour layover. Blargh. Or so we thought. We got off the plane and right in front of us was a DELICIOUS looking Mexican place. How could we not!! Dear god it was good.

So after eating WAY too much Mexican food and two very yummy margaritas, we walked down to our gate. When we got there, Josh went ask the gate agent about a possible upgrade from economy to economy plus. Well, when she looked up our information, we both had enough FF miles to get an upgrade to business class for not very much $$! WIN. Done and done. To celebrate we went to the wine bar right across the hall from our gate [seriously best layover ever].

So then we flew across the Atlantic to the hell that is London Heathrow: 

 

Champagne when we boarded.

 

We were in this little cubicle space, just the two of us with walls between us and the people on the aisle. We each had our on tvs. So Josh is watching his favorite show, White Collar.

 

Speej & Heather, this picture is to show the free juice consumption. They had a malbec, and we killed it! 

Even with the lay-flat seats, we still only got about four hours of sleep each. And were awoken by some terrible turbulence.  Said turbulence would also delay our flight from Heathrow hell by an hour and a half.

While at Heathrow, Josh decided he was hungry. My stomach thought it was 230 in the morning and wanted nothing to do with food, but off we went. And even though I reminded Josh of his experience in St. Lucia, he still ordered the traditional English breakfast. And he still didn’t like it. The baked beans aren’t made with pork fat, molassas or brown sugar. The sausage is DENSE and like the bacon, baked not fried. And none of the pork products are salted. So we paid $40 for his breakfast he hated, my small smoothie, a latte, and two glasses of water. Ouch.

So once we got to Zurich, on our delayed and quite bumpy flight, we got off the plane and walked into the mostly fabulously Swiss experience. The airport was quiet, clean, and not at all busy. No hustle and bustle, just peace. We got on the train and they were playing Swiss mountain music that was punctuated by a bit of yodeling and bells—probably from the collars of the goats walking through the mountain pastures.

We walked into immigration, and this being Switzerland, it was fabulous. There were no forms, none, not one. And no line. At all. Just walked right up. The asked where I was going, for how long, looked at my extended stay visa and then stamped the passport.

After we got our bags we went to customs and actually did not see anyone associated with the Swiss government. No one asked me if I needed to declare anything, nothing. Just walked through a hallway and out to the train. Which just happened to pull up in the station 3 minutes after we bought our tickets. Perfection in every way. We got on the train and rode one hour to my new home.