Following our not-a-complete-disaster-but-nearly trip to Spain, we were quite keen to be homebodies. On the weekends, we just hung around the apartment and walked down to town to do errands. During the week, we started the process to replace the items in the stolen bag. M went to the US Embassy in Bern to submit the application for her new passport to replace the emergency one she got at the Consulate in Barcelona. She applied for a replacement drivers license and her Swiss residence permit card. We ordered new car keys and got new credit cards.
Less than two weeks after we'd gotten back, M had to fly to Hamburg, Germany for a training at a sister site. She was completely stressed and guarded on the trip, sneaking glances at her luggage every 3 minutes. Unfortunately, it was not possible to get down to the city of Hamburg during the trip, so visiting the city will just have to happen on the next trip (whenever that may be).
M came back to Neuchatel for the start of a 3-day weekend, Monday being the Swiss National Day. Because of the holiday weekend, some coworkers had gone out of town and had asked the Boltons to pet-sit. They left early, so Ken started caring for the animals Thursday night. The menagerie included two black labs, one old kitty, and an aquarium full of fish.
For Swiss National Day, there were lots of festivities by the lake: beach soccer, an American football demonstration, tight rope walking, a bmx track and games for the kids going on all weekend. The actual night of Swiss National Day, there were fireworks displays going off all around the lake.
Lessons Learned:
1. Germans eat some pretty odd dishes. One lunch dish in Hamburg consisted of a small plate of boiled potatoes and a large plate covered in herbed cream. It was reminiscent of the cauliflower "incident" on our honeymoon.
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