The flashy return

We are in Zurich. We landed at 8.30 this morning.

The trip was uneventuful, unless you include the taste of obnoxiousness I already got from a couple of the Swiss stewardesses, or the Swiss passengers who turned and glared and made faces every time Stella or any other baby on the flight made a peep. In typical Swiss fashion, they didn’t actually confront the parents about keeping the kids quiet, only glared and hoped that you’d take the hint. Me, I was just waiting for them to say something so I could tell them to get lost. Constantly crying children would drive me crazy too, but this wasn’t the case. If you want complete silence, wear noise-blocking headphones for the whole trip. Or rent a private plane. Otherwise, suck it up. Or, you know, bite me.

Because we were returning from a business assignment, we flew Business class. In typical tacky fashion, I took pics of all the things I never get to do normally, like hang out at the Business Lounge:

Sascha and Stella, chilling after a nice snack

Sascha and Stella, chilling after a nice "snack"

Or have to raise my voice to talk to my husband because there’s so much space between our seats (whereas usually I just raise my voice because I’m obnoxious. And I have loud Italian genes. Loud genes, people.):

Look at them. All comfortable and stuff.

Look at them. All comfortable and stuff.

Or eat a gourmet dinner on the plane:

A tablecloth. A white tablecloth, people. Nuts.

A tablecloth. A white tablecloth, people. Nuts.

Or get to order a custom breakfast and have it show up 5 minutes after I woke up (after a whopping 40 minutes of sleep), looking all lovely and pretty tempting despite me feeling all weird and nauseous.

I have never been woken up with breakfast in my life. Not once.

I have never been woken up with breakfast in my life. Not once.

Or arrive at the airport and be picked up by a group of friends and family with flowers, balloons and even a banner:

I looked like crap and I was exhausted, but I still thought this was adorable :-)

I looked like crap and I was exhausted, but I still thought this was adorable :-)

I tell you, it’s enough to give a girl a bit of a swollen head ;-)

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Comments

  1. says

    Yes hey you expat, too! (Even though technically speaking I’m not an expat, I feel like I am all the time.)

    I was in Zurich last week and LOVED it! (I was only there for a few hours but I got the feeling I could live there very happily.) At least you’re going from New York to somewhere good.

    Loved the pictures of business class – have only been bumped up once so far, but I could get used to it.
    .-= Mwa´s last blog ..OMG these were meant to be my fat pants =-.

  2. marianna says

    mhmh, buono il croissant?
    dai, il ritorno é andato bene…e se qualcuno osserva le tue bambine perché fanno peep…tutta invidia. conosco la situazione con commento finale ¨ah, sono italiani¨.

    che bella la famiglia con lo striscione!!!pensa sempre positivo, adesso comincia un nuovo capitolo, avrai bisogni di molte energie.

  3. says

    International flight with two kids, you are a rock star. Also it is so sweet you had a banner, that is awesome. Now if you talk some smack to the Swiss will they fight or will they be all, hey we are nuetral? I also flew this past week and told a sky cab to ‘eff off, true story, now I must write that story down. Hope you get settled with as a small amount of hair pulling as possible.
    .-= mountainmomma18´s last blog ..My kid thinks that we’re idiots =-.

  4. says

    I miss you already! You “feel” far away!! So glad that you had royal treatment on the way over and a welcome committee!! Yay YOU! And you are a rock star for travelling all that way with little ones! Looking forward to hearing all about your new and exciting life, my friend!!
    .-= bermudabluez´s last blog ..My Plans for Tonight! =-.

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