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We've made it to our last destination on this trip. We arrived at Mark and Faye's house last night a little after 6pm after a long day of traveling, although the flight time was only 3 and a half hours from start point to finish...it felt longer with all the time put in just waiting . We arrived in Zurich, and got a few Swiss Francs, which was good as the cab ride to the house ended up costing 80 francs, about the same in Canadian dollars. Wasn't another way of doing it though. Mark and Faye's home is amazing! It's so very beautiful here. Cecil joked once asking if I was jealous, my response was no, rather I am proud to be associated with a couple who have managed to create the life they have, coming from the same place as the rest of us. Remarkable accomplishments in all areas of their lives. Their homes, their family, their careers. They are inspirational. Sleep was a little elusive, even though I thought I was exhausted, but listening to the sounds of the waterfall behind the house through the open bedroom window was calming and relaxing. It almost passed for the rest that would have come with sleep. We got up and tried to figure out the coffee machine...but it was a little too fancy for us, so instead, we wandered down to the grocery store that Faye had said was down the hill and got a few things to have over the next day or so here. It was a great walk, with this area really reminding both of us of Vancouver. Same greenery, same feel to the climate, similar smells from the vegetation. The little grocery store had all we would need, and so back up the hill we headed, to put our feet up and have a late breakfast. Not a healthy one, a late one... like you have when you're tireder that you should be. I hadn't connected with anyone for the wifi password, so instead of working, we enjoyed the back yard, with our feet up and a drink in hand. Even the idea of the hot tub seemed like too much work. Just felt lazy. Maybe if the truth were known, we were both just ready to be home. Hard to believe how you come to miss your familiarity after a while! Such a lovely space and house, but home is home, and it was time to get back to it.
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