I'm in Zurich now, awaiting my Munich flight. It's 8:30 in the morning here, but for my family back home, it's the middle of the night. On the flight we were stuffed in our seats like Albacore tuna in a can. It feels good to stretch my legs. My seat partner was an Austrian gentleman, a pensioner who spends his days as a volunteer teaching students how to play that long, Austrian horn. We watched a beautiful pink sunrise over the Alps on our descent. Not a bad way to start the day. Now if I can just figure a way to get the coins I need to use a Swiss restroom...