Freizeit

Today I had some free time and so I hiked along a wanderweg from Baden to Wettington. This one is one of my favorites because of the vineyards and the view of the valley.

Later after German class I took the train to Zurich and climbed the bell tower in Grossmunster.

Below are a couple of pics.

Won't You Be My Gardener?

Our Swiss neighbor has been chomping at the bit to come over and trim our plants. She can't even see them from her section of the terrace, so we're not sure why she's so interested in doing our gardening for us, but we can't say that we mind. So finally this afternoon, she came over carrying a ladder, pot, two trimmers, a saw, and black garbage bags.

For two hours we tried to assist her as she trimmed, sawed, pulled out weeds, and swept mud out of the gutter. But mainly we watched, incredulous that someone would actually want to do our dirty work.

When we first moved in, our renting office told us it would be up to us to take care of the plants on our terrace. The gardener they used to employ for the building they had decided was too expensive at 1600 CHF a month, and thus, we were somehow supposed to know how to keep these strange Swiss plants alive ourselves, despite my sad record of killing the hardest thing on earth to kill, a cockroach.

Luckily, it turns out we had nothing to worry about. Except, apparently, for the well being of our gardening neighbor. As she stood on two of our pots teetering on the edge of our fifth floor balcony, I closed my eyes and tried not to image what would happen if she lost her balance. Instead I dutifully took all the trimmings she handed me and put them in one black garbage bag after another.

Black garbage bags are key. In Switzerland, you are supposed to sort garbage (see Bag Lady of Baden). If you do this incorrectly, you have the possibility of being fined. Technically we are not supposed to throw out plant/garden trimmings into the regular trash, but with a black garbage bag you have less chance of getting caught.

Apparently, however, just putting the garden remains into black bags wasn't good enough for our neighbor. After she worked on all of our plants and swept the entire porch, she decided my organization of the garbage bags was horribly inferior.

Eyeing the eight bags I had tied up, she said eight was too many and we would need to combine them as to not be too suspicious. "You understand," she said in her broken English as she attempted to combine three 35 liter garbage bags into one 60 liter, as if this would somehow stop the garbage police. Brian and I just stood there trying not to laugh as there were still branches poking out of the bag. But our neighbor, now triumphant at her success at combining three garbage bags into one took her ladder and supplies and headed back to her flat leaving Brian and I wondering how on earth we were ever going to carry these overstuffed garbage bags downstairs.

"We'll throw them out when it gets dark," Brian said, "when no one can see us."

By the way we were acting, you'd think we were discarding some kind very of illegal substance. Which I guess wasn't far from the truth in this country.

No Such Thing as a Soggy Sandwich

If you've been in Switzerland, maybe you’ve seen them. Around noon they fill the sidewalks, biking and walking past you in such large numbers you wonder if it’s some kind of chaperone-less fieldtrip. These Swiss children wander freely during their extended lunch hour oblivious such things as soggy sandwiches or the smell of hundreds of bagged lunches being opened in unison.

Leaving the grounds during lunch is just the beginning of the many differences between American and Swiss school systems.

While U.S. schools are known for their winter, spring, and summer vacations, the Swiss kids have breaks all the time. But how one becomes a Swiss teacher is another topic.

Sports break: 2 weeks in February/March
Spring break: 2 weeks in April
Summer break: 5 weeks in July and August.
Fall break: 2 weeks in October
Christmas break: 2 weeks in December/January
Also: local holidays and teacher education days

The hours of the school day differ from canton to canton and even from community to community, but the people in charge say they are about to “harmonize” things.

In Egg, yes, a real town name, the day starts at 8:20 and goes until 11:50. Lunch lasts until 13:30 when students start their afternoon classes and leave around 15:05.

In some communities, one of child may have morning class from 8:00 to 10:00 while the other goes from 10:00 to 12:00. And depending on the grade level, the hours vary as well. (i.e. 4-6th graders must attend class 27 hours a week, while Gymnasium students have 31-33 hours a week) This presents many problems for working parents who hopefully have a grandparent, neighbor, or babysitter on hand.

Besides hours, language is also an issue. Teachers are supposed to teach in High German, but some don’t like it or don’t speak it well so they resort to Swiss German. In 5th grade, all students in German speaking cantons begin the study of French as a second language and start learning English in 7th grade.

After 6th grade (age 12), if Swiss kids are bright enough, they may attend Gymnasium for 6 years (approximately equivalent to high school) by passing an entrance exam that essentially lets them bypass the institution known as junior high. The less fortunate (around 60-80% of students) attend Sekundarschule for 7th-9th grade. But one may also pass into Gymnasium after 8th grade and attend for 4 years.

In general, the bright kids would never be caught dead in a private school. As opposed to the U.S., where private schools often are attended in the place of dangerous or under-funded public schools, private schools in Switzerland are for those who are not good enough to attend a public school. But it seems money can make up for the lack of brilliance—public school is free (yes, there are a few things that are free in Switzerland) whereas private schools can be costly.

Despite the different choices, the Swiss love their rules and therefore, there are a few that every child and parent must follow:
-One year of kindergarten is required (but most Swiss send their children for 2 years from ages 5-6).
-School starts at age seven.
-Nine years of school are required.

Despite what kind of school they attend, most Swiss students have to choose a profession or field of study when they are quite young. Those who pass Gymnasium attend Colleges and Universities and must decide their field of study at 18. An even more difficult situation arises for the student who, after 9th grade at age 15, must decide their field of study and begin an apprenticeship. Because there’s no such thing as “undecided”. Unless of course, they want to cross the Atlantic.

Stop that Train! The Americans go to Zermatt.

I discovered Zermatt with the first person to ever stop a Swiss train dead in its tracks. Waving her hiking stick in front of the approaching train, Felicity yelled, “please stop, my husband is sick.”

Her husband John had fallen while attempting to hike down from the Gornergrat. Only about 15 minutes into the hike when he fell, I didn’t have too much sympathy for him since he had taken his spill while smoking a cigar. It’s hard enough just to breathe normally while hiking in places with altitudes above 10,000 feet without dealing with smoke inhalation along the rocky, steep, unsteady terrain.

John had gotten up and was waddling along, having left his cigar in the dust, but Felicity would have no more slow-poke hiking despite the now clean mountain air.

The train came to a halt. I was impressed. The Swiss are known for their promptness and nothing can usually get in the way of a timely arrival. People running for trains and buses are never waited for and are always left behind to ponder their tardiness.

The conductor yelled in perfect English, “I will stop on the way down.” Thus, we had about twenty more minutes to admire our surroundings. The sky was perfectly blue and the Matterhorn, surrounded by tourists masquerading as a strange kind of paparazzi, displayed its quiet, unaffected beauty before us.

Its grandeur made it look fake, almost as unbelievable as the Swiss train that had been allowed to be delayed by a minute due to Felicity’s waving hiking pole.

Hikers passed us, mainly in silence—not out of unfriendliness, but rather out of not knowing what language to speak to us. In my four days in Zermatt, I heard English, Japanese, French, Italian, and at least six dialects of German.

The sheep weren’t as shy. Their cries could be heard directly below us. Chomping happily on the mountain grasses, their coats were thick and long, some of the shaggiest I had ever seen.

The silence of the hikers was also made up for by the crickets, who, lower down the mountain, almost sounded like a symphony being played by a relenting alarm clock, steady, monophonic, and rhythmic.

A few hundred feet above us, Benny, a St. Bernard, (St. Bernards are famous for being bred in the region), was having his 1,000th photo taken of himself and an overly excited tourist. And it was only 10 in the morning. Like the Matterhorn, he seemed unaffected by the endless flashes of cameras. Calmly crossing his legs, he awaited the next set of admirers who are promptly handed a Swiss flag for their photo opt and proudly told to chant, “Matterhorn” on command.

While Zermatt is filled with travelers from around the world, many Swiss aren’t so keen on it. Frau Armat, a native of Baden, Switzerland claims the people there are rude and thus takes her holidays elsewhere.

The Swiss believe that their hometown is superior to any other Swiss town, and thus they have difficulty finding joy in a place other than the one in which they live. For such a small country, it is amazingly territorial. Whereas Americans move from state to state without difficulty, the Swiss require much documentation just to move within the country. Thus, most Swiss don’t wander far from their birth, and besides, they believe that it is the best place anyhow.

The train approaches and Felicity waves her hiking pole, in case, heaven forbid, the conductor had forgotten his promise. We hop on, our own private stop. The tourists are only too happy for the train to stop, as their photos being taken from the window will now not be blurred. But the few native Swiss that are on the train give us disapproving looks as now they will now be delayed a precious minute on their journey.

In a short 35 minutes we are back in Zermatt, constantly reminded that although the town is pedestrian only, we could still be run over by a silent electric cart. Whizzing around the town, these golf cart-like vehicles haul luggage and weary tourists around the town. As no cars are allowed in Zermatt, these carts are the only form of transportation besides the train, cable car, and funicular.

In the afternoon, we escape the whizzing carts and take the funicular and cable car up to Rothorn, a refreshing change from the Gornergrat. Up here, there are fewer people. There’s no Benny or rush of tourists running in front of our cameras just in time for us to remember the back of their head forever.

If it weren’t for the restaurant at Rothorn, it would almost be commercial free up here; and the Matterhorn from this angle, has its best face forward. Further down Rothorn at Sunnegga, where the funicular stops, is a lake. One of the sunniest spots on the mountain, it seems to be where the locals come. Children play here, some row a small raft, others ride a rocking horse. Mothers set out picnics. We are surrounded by snow-topped peaks, but it is pleasantly warm, an interesting juxtaposition.

In the morning, the lake at Sunnegga reflects the Matterhorn and its surrounding peaks. The morning is the best time to enjoy it as the locals sleep in and the tourists spend yet another morning at the Gornergrat or Klein Matterhorn.

Klein Matterhorn seems to always be crowded, if not by skiers (it’s the only place open to ski on in the summer), then by tourists smiling next to the highest sightseeing point in Europe sign. At 3,883 meters above sea level, it’s even harder to breath up here than at the Gornergrat. The ice castle beckons and we walk through a long tunnel of ice to be rewarded with ice sculptures and a wine tasting.

Out of breath from climbing out of the ice castle, we take the cable car back down to Trockener Steg and have hot cocco and admire the Matterhorn yet again.

If one thing is certain, it’s that no matter how many times one has seen its peaks, it commands attention by doing nothing. The only thing is does is cause the tourist, no matter how much film or camera memory, to run out.

Yo ho ho and a bottle of...Beer

Pirates of the Carribean 2 was the first movie we've gone out to see in Switzerland. We ended up getting third row seats, which turned out to be ok. It’s crazy the way you get assigned seats. The earlier you buy them, the further back you’ll be. I guess the Swiss consider sitting further back better. If you don't sit in your assigned seat--watch out! Our friends Brenda and Stew went to a movie recently and there were only 10 people in the theater. But they were all crowded next to each other in their "assigned" seats. So Brenda and Stew decided to move to some other seats. Boy did they get yelled at by the Swiss movie guards for not sitting in their seats despite it being 90% empty! The Swiss like their rules. And they like to correct people that fail to follow them even more.

Anyhow, thanks to prior knowledge and a full theater, we were prevented from any correctional lecture at our movie. It was the cleanest theater I’ve ever seen--no sticky floors or garbage anywhere. Each seat was numbered. People ate tiny bags of popcorn and drank beer. The movie was in English with German and French subtitles. It was fun to try to read some of the German occasionally. The weirdest thing was they stopped the movie mid-sentence and closed the curtain and turned on the lights. We thought something was wrong, but everyone was getting up like it was normal. So I guess they have an intermission, everyone went to get more ice cream, popcorn and beer. It makes sense when you think of it. Correctional lectures aside, the thing the Swiss excel at most is making money. So why not, have another beer. And sit back, relax, and enjoy second half.