Three train changes, two bus changes and now I’m in Liechtenstein, one of the smallest countries in the world.
The train cruised quietly past rolling hills and mini forests that were in fall splendor, and the hills got greener and greener as we got closer to Liechtenstein.
Then all of a sudden there they were: the snow capped Alps.
The last bus was in Liechtenstein and to make certain I’d get off the right stop for the hotel I had prearranged, the driver agreed to tell me when to get off the bus.
After climbing higher away from the capital city, Vaduz, and closer to the mountains, the bus stopped and the driver walked back to tell me it was time to get off the bus. He took my two suitcases and put them on the sidewalk. He then got back in the bus and left me standing, wondering where I’d find the hotel.
Then I saw a large yellow van that was a delivery service of some kind. The van stopped at a stop sign and I waved a note at him and he rolled down his window.
“Do you know where this is?”
I don’t think he understood English, but he knew what I wanted and told me to get in, he’d take me there. It was about 500 meters away. I wouldn’t have found it by myself.
I went in to the hotel and it was silent at the restaurant inside the hobby.
I hollered hello. Hello? No one answered. Hmmm, wonder what I should do now.
Soon a small man came in and found me wandering around. It turns out there are two restaurants with two hotels attached, and they are owned by the same people.
He didn’t speak English, but we went together to the other hotel lobby, where he found my paper work. I signed the papers, and he walked back with me to the room.
He told me dinner would be served in the restaurant next door around 4 p.m.
I settled down in the room, a nice clean place with a yellow comforter and matching pillow.
I took a nap and then went to the restaurant, that was slowly filling up with noisy people at the bar.
It’s strange how in this German environment, I feel quite at home even though I cannot speak the language.
The waitress was dressed in a long skirt with a vest and full sleeved blouse, which looked like a modified version of the old costume of the village.
My hotel window looks out to a small farm with cows grazing and the other side of the mountain range.
The Alps are in front of the hotel and seem to never end. There are fall colors all the way up to the snow caps.
The dinner began with a creme and white wine soup. It was delicious. The second course was a spinach dumpling kind of dish with mushrooms and pepper.
Tomorrow I’m going to sign up for one more night here, so I can walk around some more, and head to the main city to have a look.