After returning from our three day run through
the Alps we decided that a couple of days at the house in Üitikon
was in order.
Fessi and Sylvia's home is beautiful, three stories
plus a full basement with furnishings ranging from five hundred year old
antiques to AC/DC memorabilia.
The patio seemed to be our favorite spot to relax
during the day, either drinking coffee in the morning or bier in the afternoon.
The awning extends out at the push of a button and
provides you with just the right amount of shade depending on the time
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Fessi made sure that the fridge was stocked with
bier and even ordered cranberry juice for T and Sylvia so that they could
have their Vodka Cranberry cocktails. Sylvia even went so far as
to buy ice trays to make ice for the drinks.
Something we in the USA have a hard time realizing
is that the Europeans do not use ice in any drinks. The feeling is
if they wanted water in their drink they would put water in their drink.
Therefore when T ordered ice in her drink, she had to get used to getting
"two" ice cubes, period.
Several evenings Willy, Sylvia's father joined us
for dinner, he also baby-sat the dogs on days that we were traveling on
Sylvia introduced Willy to Vodka Cranberry as well
and we had a hard time getting him back on bier a couple of times.
Meals were always an experience, whether it was breakfast
consisting of salami, cheeses and fresh bread or one of the fantastic dinners
that Sylvia whipped out, we never pushed back from the table hungry.
Sylvia is a superb cook and Fessi swore that he was
going on a diet after we left. Fessi also knows how to put together
a great meal. He introduced us to Würst or what we refer to
as bratwurst. We didn't realize just how many different ways there
are to make bratwurst. The Swiss have perfected the art of turning
veal, pork and beef into tube steaks that range from mild to holy shit
this stuff is spicy!!
We would have been content to sit around the house
for a few more days, but our tour guide had plans for us to attend what
they call a "Biker Party" in Germany that weekend so Saturday we loaded
up the bikes and headed out to get our passports stamped in Germany.