it has been quite an adventure to come back to Portland. We left Tuttlingen on Wednesday for our early morning flight back to the US on Thursday. Our good friend drove us to the hotel in Kloten which is right next to the Zurich airport. All very uneventful. We checked into the hotel - Hotel Allegra - and went to our super cute, yes, really I am not exaggerating, room. It was a family room with four individual beds in them. - Check it out here http://www.welcomegroup.ch/en/allegra/
Then we decided to go to the pool. The hotel does not have their own pool, but you get a pass to the public indoor/outdoor pool which by my book is much better anyways. We took our towels and swimsuits before walking the five minutes to the pool. Everyone had a fun time. Mia Rose kept sliding down the big slide, Alena played in the water, while the parents just hung out.
It was the perfect compliment to our sandwiches my Mom had made for us in Tuttlingen :)
In the morning the shuttle left - of course - on time at 6:15; and took us to the airport. We checked in, went to the gate and waited. Argh, the plane was late getting in from Atlanta. But then we saw it landing, taxi to the gate, and in no time we were on board settled into our seats.
So I told you about our beautiful hotel in Switzerland, right? Clean, everything organized, no chaos, shuttle working, on time, you sign up and get your seat...Let me tell you, I was in for culture shock. The shuttle was not there, the phone line to the hotel was not working, and Ron got us a ride with another shuttle. We checked into the hotel by presenting our voucher, and were assigned a room. The beds looked clean but that was about it. We were next to the laundry room with sheets strewn everywhere, and several trash bags - full - next to it. The carpet was stained, and the furniture had several cigarette burns in them. Quite a difference to the clean room at Hotel Allegra. We also had meal vouchers, luckily there was a restaurant in the hotel to get some dinner. Ron ordered a burger for the girls to split. We determined that the bread was not safe after talking to the waiter and ordered it without the bread. The "hamburger" as stated on the menu was served and you know what it was? A "cheeseburger" - that was a little different, right? In any case, it all worked out and I had the best Coca-Cola of my life. Crushed ice and all....
In the morning we found, that several people did not make the first shuttle and that there was no way that we could get on the next shuttle. Eventually we made it to the airport, and then to Minneapolis
from where we went onto our flight to Portland. Yay!!! 44 hours later we landed safely in Portland...now that was really a great adventure going back home.