|Henry in the back seat, enjoying a rawhide.|
The drive went very well. It was easily the longest car ride Henry has ever experienced, and he handled it well until the last 20 minutes, or so, when he began to pace and whine.
After a leisurely breakfast at the hotel, we met up with my brother, Joe, for a late lunch and a trip to the airport. Thank god he went with us to wrangle luggage and Henry as we dropped off the rental and checked in everything.
The process of checking in Henry for the flight was a bit confusing. The staff at Swissair weighed him and his cage and argued about whether the charge us for a small or medium cage (without every measuring it). After decided on the cheaper charge (phew!), they had us walk Henry over to have his cage x-rayed. We then put Henry in the cage, which he did for a treat without fuss (yay!) and left him sitting by the staff, watching us walk away (terrible!). He didn't bark, unless he started after we left. I was feeling pretty good about the decision to fly him in cargo.
The flight to Zurich was uneventful on our end. When we arrived in Zurich, Henry was waiting for us quietly in his cage, all of our luggage was intact and Henry's paperwork passed the customs inspection (YES!! More on Henry's paperwork fiasco another time). This was a huge relief!
|Can you spot the dirty, holey underwear?|
Luckily, Matt's boss quickly got us set up in a nearby hotel while the apartment is cleaned and repaired. We should be ready to move in on Tuesday, fingers crossed.
In the mean time, things have been rough. The hotel is nice, but the internet is too slow and choppy for streaming Netflix or Slingbox and the cable is all German and French (I know, I know. I better get used to it). If we want to use our small kitchenette, we have to buy some cookware, so we're eating a lot of take out.
|Henry and Matt are pooped.|
Otherwise, we're getting things done slowly, but surely. I am just desperate for a bit of normalcy. An English (American) tv program would be wonderful. A meal in a restaurant instead of sitting on our hotel bed would be heaven. So would a decent pillow. Tuesday can't come soon enough!