Oh my effing lord. This was probably the most stressful travel day of my life. First, we get onto our first train leaving Basel, Switzerland. The trains here do not wait for anyone, even if you're standing out by the door. So we got onto the wrong car in order to just make the train. We were able to switch cars when inside. However, that did not happen. There were 1903094093094 rude people who would not even let us through or who stared as if we were terrible people.
I ended up standing with my luggage for the hour ride in the area by the doors. It wasn't worth it to me to take my luggage up stairs and down aisles to find my seat. We finally get off, and we hear my friends (who had tried to find their seats in the chaos) rant about how awful the ride was. They literally sat for about five minutes after struggling to get through the massive amount of stagnant passengers. This ride was both a trust exercise (because some people left their stuff with me and a few others at the door and hoped we would take it when we got off) and it was a team-building task. We all had to make sure everyone got off during the short interval where the train stops and that no bag was left behind. STRESSSSSFULLLL.
After that we got on another one hour train, which was less stressful but still bad. We arrived at a place called Visp. There we went on a tour of a company called Lonza. In the powerpoint presentation they gave, they referred to us as Boston University. From there on out no one paid attention. Plus they made us go up 70 thousand flights of stairs, and we were already so tired from the train fiascos. Ugh. And to put a cherry on top, one of the guys asks if anyone is afraid of heights, so I raised my hand. It ended up being nothing, but right before we went out on the balcony, my friend Melanie goes, "Who's got Amy?!" So loved.
After that we took yet ANOTHER train, but guess what? It was broken, so we got off and transferred to our fourth and final train of the day. I literally could not even. And on each of these we had to carry our luggage. Remember that time I didn't pack light?
Just going to take this moment to thank all the boys who helped me with my bags. You are the real MVPs.
Pictured: one of my teachers and one of my TAs carrying my Vera Bradley duffle. Looks good on them hehehe.
Between the third and fourth train we actually had time for a quick lunch. I got ice cream and others got beer at the grocery store called coop. We call it co-op because Northeastern is known for our co-op program, but it was pronounced like a chicken coop. Bawk.
On the last train Mel and I pretended we were asleep, so we could have two seats each. Not sorry about it; 'twas a long day.
Our destination was Fiesch. I liked to pronounce it fish but it was fee-sh. It sort of reminds me of my hometown Kildeer. It's in the middle of nowhere, and no one knows of it.
Our resort was like a summer camp. Legit looked like it. There were rope courses, a zip line, pools, and other sport courts. We played volleyball and soccer next to the mountain after dinner. It was so picturesque.
I think I'm falling in love with Switzerland. Don't tell the others.
peace.love.meep
-amyjoy
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