[and a shortened version]
It was not a hard choice at all. Please remember that we left the hotel for Ben Gurion Airport at 0230 in the morning to make sure we had enough time for check in as our Swiss Air flight was supposed to leave at 0500. Never mind the plane was late in taking off with the excuse being traffic control in Zürich.
We were part of the minority that did not need to meet a connecting flight, only about 30 from the flight hanging around the baggage carousel. Which takes us to the S2 in order to meet the long distance trains.
After arriving at Zürich HauptBahnhof, we could hurry to catch a train toward home that would go over Mannheim. I already had a ticket, but it was not valid for the 1008 route unless I paid extra. But there was an 1114 train. And this lovely Bistro named Imagine. It was where George had waited for me on Tuesday evening. High molded ceilings, simple black tables and chairs. And Sunday? A buffet to die for!
Fresh fruits, sushi, cold grilled vegetables, lox and salmon. Deserts, cheeses, and omlettes to order. (Ignoring the cooked or grilled pieces of dead animals). Fresh squeezed juices, milchcaffe and free internet. What more could I want?
Perhaps the rather large Blue Fairy hanging in the main entry area of the station?
We will ignore the not fun portion of the trip between Zurich and Singen where they pulled an old workhorse of a train out of the yard. Nor the connector which was allegedly also an ICE, of the variety that has been retired for years. No leather seats or outlets on this run.
Did not stop me from knitting.
Or listening to Dangerous Women, edited by Otto Pendler. I can not say that I enjoyed all of the stories, But I made it through 99/140 tracks by the end of the journey.
It will be nice to sleep in my own bed.