Zurich is NOT the city that never sleeps.

Of course I was at the airport much earlier than I needed to be, although I only got there 2 hours before my flight. Arrived on time to Zurich, unfortunately, as I knew I would have twelve hours ahead of me there. By 10:30, most of the shops and restaurants were closed. By 11 pm, lights were off, and even the arrival and departure boards had blanked. Until 4 am, I maybe saw 4 people.
I lasted the night, aided by a small bottle of baileys, a bag of gummy bears, and some Turkish bread, rations from Berlin. The flight from Zurich was fine, I slept a lot of it, and chatted with my swiss seatmate (I was able to understand her Swiss German--quite a feat!) It was a strange feeling to know I was coming home, but the home I was coming to was Jerusalem, not something I had ever anticipated necessarily. The girls I came home to were all great to come home to, and of course my fellow heathenishy ones. In 72 hours, I managed to travel through three countries, switzerland appropriately being the neutral, limbo-like place of the journey, and arrived right back into the swing of things with Sukkot.