Our dog is great!
He can sit, heel, lie and die on command.
He’ll tear up any intruder by licking them to death and he’s pretty good at making you feel guilty whenever your eating something he isn’t.
AND we are just about to make earth-shattering progress with his skateboard trick! Really!
But, before that, methinks I have just found new training material which will no doubt thrill him to bits:
Now’s your chance, people of western Switzerland!
Meet the stars, humbly shake the hand that types your favorite blog, day-in, day-out.
Bring your kids: we might just let them in if they are cute enough. Otherwise, for a symbolic sum of cash, you’ll be offered the chance to have a souvenir pic taken.
Nuf said: Zürich’s Bloggy Friday comes to Baden, Aargau.
On Friday, August 27 2010 @ 19:00.
For many kids in northern Switzerland, today is the first day back at school. They won’t have slept a wink, spending most of the night worrying about the “new kids” and fretting over the possibility that their alarm clock may just not ring.
But for two of them, this morning will never be forgotten.
They’ve officially joined the Rat Race.
Good luck babes: only 9’400 and 9’200 days to go before you’re pensioned!
..because we have apparently just won 1.2 Million Euros!!
Unfortunately our bank account is currently full; so if anyone needs some extra cash, just ask!
- The Greeks are still on strike.
- We would still have been at home.
- Our luggage as well.
Yesterday evening, we bought a bottle of local white wine and sat on our terrace, enjoying our very own Santorini Sunset.
It was bliss…..
In the breakfast room this morning, we were welcomed to the sound of wailing:
But our flight to New-York/Chicago/Cincinnati leaves from Athens tomorrow!!!
The Greeks were on strike. Our luggage WOULDN’T have arrived one day later.
And had we stuck to our original plan of flying-in today, we wouldn’t had been here either.
Shit happens, huh?
“Yes, madam: I can confirm it. Your luggage IS checked all the way through to Santorini’s Thira airport.”
The woman at Zürich‘s check-in counter then proceeded to stare at us, eyebrows very raised, as if daring us to question the vital piece of information she had so kindly confirmed…again.
So when we arrived in Athens, knowing we had a leisurely three hours to before our connecting flight was due to leave, we unsuspectedly looked for the transit signs.
Which, for some reason, we didn’t locate
But we did suddenly find ourselves in the luggage reclaim hall. And as I was due to refill my nicotine tanks and there just happened to be a pit stop just right there, I couldn’t think of a better 3-minute occupation for the girls than send them to watch other passengers luggage being reunited with their relieved owners.
NOT A Transit sign!
And besides: despite that lady’s eyebrows, I still had this weird feeling….
So off they went, surprisedly enthralled by my brilliant idea, before returning 150 seconds later with our three suitcases and a puzzled look on their faces.
We then proceeded to pass the customs, head back to a check-in desk, re-deposit our luggage, exhorted a confirmation and a stern look from yet another lady, before sailing through security where, after successfully confusing a security agent about the validity of bringing a liter of (liquid) duty free back airside, we were ready to relax.
Ok: most probably we would only have had to wait a day for our stuff to arrive (and I’ve heard that Greek toothbrushes are not so bad). But I promised myself to go pluck someone’s eyebrows when we got back!