In & Out: Doing Zurich in 11 hours
An 11-hour layover in Zurich requires a certain amount of foresight. Martha Stewart's packing tips are helpful, yet slightly irritating. I don't have tissue paper or plastic bags from the cleaner's! Yes, I will search for Zurich restaurants online, but I won't get all Martha Stewart perfect on you.
Slow travel--taking in one area, slowly--is the way to go. It's much better to explore a neighborhood's local crevices and customs, as opposed to going hither and dither across town. I plan to hit up Alstadt (Old Town), Zurich's historic and cultural shopping area paved with medieval charm.
So. I’ve pretty much narrowed it down.
- Arrive at the airport. Go through customs and attempt to speak the languge by using a mix-up of broken Dutch and German. Goeidag! I mean Guten Tag. Sorry!
- Retrieve luggage.
- Change money into francs. Cash is king when you’ve got limited time. Put money in safe place. Okay, Mom!
- Store luggage in airport.
- Find the trains, and head to the Zurich main train station.
- Eat lunch at a funky place called Zeughauskeller. The have ginormous sausages. Yikes! Second choice is a groovy vegetarian place called Tidbits. Either way, I intend to christen the joint by drinking a beer as large as my head.
- Take a nap. I wish! Instead I’ll wander down the cobblestones looking for the perfect café. Drink a coffee, slowly.
- See the sights. Peterskirche has Europe's largest clock face, and Fraumunster houses Chagall windows. I know, I'm starting to sound like Rick Steves. Methinks people watching may prove to be far more riveting. From my days of living in the Netherlands, I know Swiss men are not unlike their Dutch counterparts. They tend to be tall and clean-cut, and conservatively dressed. After so many years off the continent, I do need a refresher course.
- Take train back to airport. Enjoy a glass of wine and caviar (the latter I think not). I am a poor American, after all.
- Fly (again).