I’m sorry but you’ll have to forgive the lack of photos. It was not the kind of day that inspired them. Well yes. I have one:
It’s an old photo of Zurich. Just because I spent enough time there in the really long customs lineup. But then my backpack was waiting for me and I made an insanely fast connection to Sargans.
That’s where the trouble (ahem – adventure) began
I walked from the train station into town: 1 block. I found two hotels. Both were full to the rafters. Wandered around tired, sweaty and hungry. I was directed to the other end of town. One more hotel. It was full. It is now 8 pm. I am very tired and very hungry. I stop strangers in the Street. Where is there a room, I ask?
They tell me there is none. I accost two old men gabbing in a front yard and ask them. They get out the phone book and call all the surrounding areas. No go.
I walk back to the railway station. I can sleep on a bench – use the public toilet. I have no options.
I stop by the Hotel Post one last time. Please? I ask. Have you looked everywhere? Do you have a broom closet?
Well, the owner says. We did have one room free but it was reserved. They called and just this minute cancelled.
I have a suite for the price of a single room. Yes, a suite!
And I am eating a fabulous salad and I have showered.
That was my angel looking after me.
On another note, as soon as I got on the trail platform in Zurich, I had a feeling wash over me – the one that always comes here: the feeling of being at home inside my skin. Looking out the train window, the landscape felt like home.
It’s an amazing feeling. And I don’t know why it happens here but no matter. It just feels like a blessing.
Tomorrow I begin to walk!