Category: Travels

Caught the mid-day train from Zurich to Lausanne.  Pro-tip: always bring ziplock bags to the buffet breakfast in a European hotel.  Especially in the German or Austrian areas, as they love their meat, cheese and bread for breakfast — which in our terms makes a lovely train lunch.  Not to worry, look around the breakfast tables at the hotel, you’ll see others (even the snobby French) doing the same.  Here’s photographic evidence of our crime. (Lest you think we’re gluttons – we ate only a small portion of this haul, saving the rest for later.)

 

We arrived at the Lausanne train station late afternoon and as pre-arranged, met up with our exchange partners accompanied by their daughter and boyfriend (the latter speak excellent English). We walked over to a little cafe, had a drink, exchanged keys, information, chatted for bit and then our exchange couple dashed for their train to Geneva to fly to San Francisco.  (I think MI5 may not be as adept as the 6 of us were at this involved arrangement.)  The daughter and boyfriend drove us up to our exchange apartment, showed us the appliances (whew what a bonus!) and made sure we felt at home.  We shared a quick glass of wine and swiss cheeses that had been left for us, exchanged contact information and thank you’s and we were all set.

This is a new 5-floor apartment building and the apartment is a great pride of our exchange partners who just purchased it earlier this year.  This is the view of Lake Geneva from the deck:

Just below this spanking new complex is the village of Pully – which we explored the next day (Saturday) so as to test drive our exchange car (photo of car included for you Dad – husband says to tell you it’s an Opal.)  We stopped on the way back up the hill to do some grocery shopping.  Exchange folks left us a lasagna so we got salad makings and a baquette to complete a nice dinner that evening.  Click on photos to view larger.

Sunday was overcast, with a chance of rain (a relief from the 90 degree heat wave Switzerland has suffered for the last 3 weeks) so we drove down the hill to Ouchy area which circumvents the lake.  Parked in a 5 hour permit area and walked down into the town, found a open market and enjoyed our first taste of the Lausanne.   Again, click to view larger.

Showers came just as we were walking back, so we came home only slightly damp…you see we’re already calling it “home”.

 

 

 

July 22-23, 2015 – In Transit San Francisco to Zurich

The joy (and the challenge) of travel is often what I call the un-comfort zone.  And the in-transit part really proves that concept.  California to Europe is a gruelling 11-12 hour flight.

At first, one anticipates this time as a delightful sort of  suspended animation — so much time to read. But, by hour 5 you have lost all interest in reading, watching movies or being civil to your travel companion.  By hour 6, you are slipping in and out of sleep in a semi-counscious state.  Hour 8 – and you are ready to admit that traveling is the pits and are considering a second mortgage to upgrade to first class.  By the last two hours you are picking at the in-flight breakfast, looking at your watch and secretly wishing you had stayed home watching The Good Wife.  The flight ends and you glare at the annoying guy in front of you who spent the entire flight with his seat fully reclined into your lap.  And with with crusty eyes and swollen ankles you stumble off the plane.

Then you find your way to the train (let’s see train in German — Bahn?) and check into the budget hotel you found right next to the train station.  Your room overlooks a busy street corner and you wonder how you will sleep.  After quick showers (and figuring out said same shower system) you feel almost human and together you strike out to walk around, get some fresh air, daylight and try to adapt to the new time zone. A light meal is in order so you choose a cute cafe with outdoor seating and order the inevitable room-tempature drinks and an overpriced salad to share. You start to relax – watching the locals come home from work and you sigh with happiness.  The blatt blatt of the European police car in the distance, the striking of the church bells and the surly waiter all secure the fact  — you have arrived.

This is the joy and pain of what I call the un-comfort zone.  One has to embrace the discomfort — because this is what kicks your butt out of your safe, easy and predictable world.  A familiar world where the plumbing is understood, a world with cold drinks and ice, a place where you don’t have to think about every choice — and all in a language you fully comprehend.   You are far away from home —  you have shaken off your soft and cushy comfort zone – but this is why you travel – why you are here.

 

Stay tuned right here as Book Barmy becomes Travel Barmy.  We head off to Switzerland next week and I’ll be posting photos and travel stories if anyone out there is interested.  (You can sign up to get email notices of new postings below on the right.)

Home exchange is our preferred method of travel.  When it comes up in conversation, the reaction is always something along the lines of …”What, you let people stay in your house?”  or “You sleep a stranger’s bed?” “What about your stuff?” “Is it safe?”

I’ll take a moment here to explain how much we benefit from exchanging homes.  When we first started, I did a great deal of research, talked to other  exchangers and over the last seven years of exchanging — have found that the following factors makes home exchange successful (for us anyway).

No money is exchanged – this is not Air B&B.  The exchange is based on trust, honesty and mutual respect.  You are in their homes — they are in yours.  You care for their things just as you know they are caring for yours.  We have never had a serious problem – a broken wine glass once (like that’s never happened before).  We always come home to a spotlessly clean house, some great food or wine in the fridge and often a lovely gift.

Sometimes you meet in person, sometimes not.  We have done exchanges both ways.  When we do meet the people, it’s usually the day before, we spend the night in their guest room and then take them to airport in the morning. When you don’t meet – you arrange for house keys to be exchanged.

No Craig’s List.  We use a reputable membership-based home exchange website where for ~ $100 per year, you list your home with photos, your preferences (i.e. no pets, no kids, no smoking), and you send/receive exchange requests through the website.  You don’t exchange personal contact information (email address, phone numbers) until you have agreed to an exchange.  By the time we actually exchange, we’ve usually sent additional photos, heard about the grandchildren, traded local travel tips – and become new best friends.  There are many great sites.  These are our two favorites: Home Link and Home Exchange.

You can exchange anywhere.  We’ve been to the Netherlands, Croatia, Venice, Santa Fe, France, Sedona, Seattle, and Santa Barbara – all on home exchanges.  We’ve experienced the local neighborhoods, met the neighbors, bought groceries in their little shops and patronized their local cafes. We pack light because we have a clothes washing machine.  We prepare breakfast and pack a lunch for the day in their kitchen. With the vast amount money we save – we are able to stay longer (usually 3-4 weeks internationally), eat in good restaurants and take side trips staying in B&B’s or inns that strike our fancy.  No group tours, pricey hotels or whirlwind visits for us.  We take our time, get to know the culture, eat with the locals, visit the things we want — when we want  — all while having a comfortable and usually beautiful house to call home (not stuck in a dinky hotel room). We always feel safer knowing someone is living in our home — coming and going — and watering our house plants.  Many families with children find exchanging with other families a perfect solution (homes already set up for children and they can share the toys)  and there are exchangers who exchange pet care.  So almost anything is possible.

What about valuables?  We don’t own anything that valuable and we now realize no one is going to travel 5,000 miles to steal our flat screen TV.  (Remember, we know where they live).  We have a locking closet in our den where we put a set of wooden steak knives I don’t want put in the dishwasher, a fragile beloved native-American pot and the financial papers from our desk – not that anyone would go snooping (again that mutual respect thing is key) but just in case.  Otherwise we don’t worry about valuables.  Again, we worry more when our house is left empty.

Isn’t it alot of work getting your house ready?  Yes, getting the house ready for the first couple of exchanges was exhausting.  But I kept lists of things that need doing and it has now evolved to an almost brainless effort.  One must clean out a closet and a couple of dresser drawers for them.  Make sure the fridge is cleaned out except for some basic food for your exchange partners.  Clear up the clutter, clean, dust, and the morning you depart change beds with clean sheets and put out clean towels. A “house book” is a must – it tells your exchange partners all about your house – again my has evolved over time – how to work the heat, where the iron and ironing board are located, quirks of the house, etc..  I also leave a plastic folder with all the appliance manuals and a big basket of San Francisco guide books, maps, and transit information.  All in all – it’s a great motivator for getting those pesky little chores done around the house — that old light switch plate or the hard-to-reach window that needs washing.

Are you right for home exchange?  The answer is no if you are bothered by coming back to things not exactly in place in the kitchen or to find your CD’s out of order. To be a good home exchanger you have to be adaptable, relaxed and flexible (characteristics necessary for any type of travel).  It’s a unique, yet fascinating way to travel.  Inevitably, you’ll be perplexed by the foreign home appliances and the nuances of the local trash collection — but for us, that’s part of the fun.  It helps that we live in San Francisco, a top tourist destination – but any location will work as people often want to exchange to visit family.  (We did an exchange last year to a big house near my parents so the whole family could be together for their 60th wedding anniversary -a lovely time.)

In terms of sleeping in other peoples beds – what do you think you do when you stay in a hotel?  We have a full mattress cover/pillow covers (I put away my favorite pillow – my own little quirkiness).

Insider pro-tip. Never mention home exchange to an insurance agent, their heads will spin. If you have universal coverage you’re covered as your exchange partners are considered guests in your home.  And yes, we also exchange cars – exchange partners are “permissive drivers”.  (Check with your own insurance agent on coverage for house guests and automobile permissive drivers.)  Both websites offer an exchange agreement – but we’ve only used it once at the others request – it is not a legal document, just a letter of understanding. Again, the trust and honor thing is the only binding agreement we need.

So that’s how we travel folks, and although you may still find it weird, we find it works for us.  Our experiences have been extraordinary because of the personal connections with our exchangers and living in their homes.

Home exchange also serves to reassure us that most people, most of the time and in most of the world are overwhelmingly kind, honest and respectful.

Not a bad way to think about the world in these days.

 

 

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We just returned from the Heritage House Resort on the Mendocino coast where Same Time Next Year was  filmed.  This poor property has been through several owners since it foreclosed back in 2008.  It finally re-opened, newly renovated, a couple of years ago and we’ve been wanting to stay there ever since.  Our anniversary on Tuesday seemed the perfect excuse.

And now with apologies to family and friends back East, here are some photos — click to make larger.

Pay no attention to the short sleeved shirts and sunshine…OK?

On the way to Mendocino, we had a picnic lunch at a favorite vineyard in Anderson Valley.

 

 

 

 

 

The view from our cottage.  Second cottage down below on the left is where Same Time Next Year was filmed. BTW, they run the film nonstop on the TV’s in the rooms.

 

 

 

 

 

Glorious sunset from our deck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A hike the next day took us from the coast into pygmy forest and coastal woodland.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Next morning we strolled around the 40+ acres that make up these beautiful grounds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then a lovely drive home down Route 1.

Even saw sea lions.  Click to make larger.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Anniversary to my better half…let’s do this again, same time next year and every year after, OK?

 

 

 

circa 1979

 

 

 

 

 

We spent a warm and sunny week in ultra-cool Palm Springs, California.  Where mid-century modern butts up with desert rockiness. Cadillacs drive slowly through town with well-tanned, silver hair drivers.  Martinis are the preferred drink, steak is on every restaurant menu and orange is the favorite color.   We stayed at the Palm Springs Tennis Club, designed by the famous mid-century architect Quincy Jones (no the other Quincy Jones).  And where Dean Martin, Lucille Ball and Frank Sinatra played tennis and presumably got drunk by the pool.

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    We swam in the pool – but without drinking.

 

 

 

Ray played tennis almost every day.  He’s playing in the very furthest court…I couldn’t get a good photo…

Our unit was in this building.  The resort is nestled up against the San Jacinto Mountains.  You could touch the side of the mountain from our deck.  Only downside of being in the shadow of the mountains – it gets dark at 3:30 PM. We had visiting wildlife – a roadrunner – click on photo and look carefully.

 

 

 

 

 

Went exploring the neighborhoods – even went through an open house.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Contemplated Palm Spring’s take on gardening.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Discovered a former Holiday Inn renovated by designers apparently high on crack cocaine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even Palm Springs’ municipal buildings are “say what?” ultra cool.

When here, one can appreciate why Palm Springs was and still is, the playground for the Hollywood/Rat Pack set.  Nothing beats the warm sun, brilliant blue skies and hip surroundings.

“Reading on the plane” by Marc Rosenthal

Just returned from a week up in Lake Tahoe.

Did some nice hikes, and as you can see, we caught the Aspens just at their peak of color.

Woke early one morning to a light dusting of snow…which melted by the time we finished breakfast.

In our opinion, Lake Tahoe is at its best in the fall after all the summer visitors have left.

Very quiet and we often had the trails all to ourselves.  (Click photos to view larger.)