I feel almost like one of those writers who romantically holes away in the countryside to better focus upon their art of linguistic composition. My room is bright and big, with windows that provide views of so much verdant landscape, it's almost unimaginable. Down the hill, the town of Dübendorf is tucked among the fields, while up the hill is a fantastic trail, or rather, a series of trails, which promise intrigue for morning runs and weekend bike rides (since Peter enthusiastically informed me that they have a brand new velo!).
It takes 7 minutes by train to get to Zürich, once one walks 15 minutes down the hill from the Waldmannsburg. I'm not sure how long it takes to follow the helpful signs to the Bahnhof, but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.
Job-wise, I'm still pretty much in the dark. I start tomorrow at 9am. Doing what, exactly, with beverages? I don't know.
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