First impressions of Zurich

I thought I would be writing this post about Munich, because on paper, Munich and I were just meant to be, but to my great surprise, it was Zurich that managed to sweep me off my feet. Yes Zurich, you sort of ruined it for Munich (sorry Munich), because I couldn’t help comparing, and except for the price level, Zurich took home the victory in all categories. Right now, I’m back in Zurich on my second visit this year, but here are some of the impressions I wrote down during my first trip in June:

Zurich Observations:

Swiss punctuality

Everything and everyone is on time, but what else to expect from a nation of watch makers? At the central station, I looked at the big boards with departures and arrivals, and there was not a single delay in sight. Such a delight for someone like me, who can’t stand waiting for delayed trains, busses or friends.

The food is amazing

We all know Swiss chocolate and Swiss cheese, but everything I had in Zurich was super tasty. Though quality comes at a price, and eating out in Zurich is expensive.

The trams are out to get you

The trams are electric and super silent. On several occasions, they were sneaking up on me, scaring me to death.

You think you speak German?

Well I did. I took German classes in university, and even though I’m a bit rusty, I usually get along in Germany. Swiss German is a different case. Sometimes I’m not even sure that they’re talking to me or just making funny noises. Most of the words seem to end with an “i”. No need to worry about the language though, as everybody speaks English very well.

Swiss chivalry

I was bringing a lot of baggage with me, because after Zurich, I was traveling to Munich and then New York. I’m fully capable of carrying my own bags, and I couldn’t dream of asking anybody to help me out. Though even without asking, my bags were taken care of. A quick “let me help you with this” and my bags were transmogriffed up the stairs and on board trains.

On Sunday, the city shuts down

Though I was prepared for that, so I went to see a friend.

Zürich Observations Part 2 >>