And then it was time to move on to our tour. Before we got married, Mike and I met with a travel agent that convinced us joining a tour was the way to go for our first (and so far only) European adventure. We wanted to see the castles, specifically the castles of King Ludwig. There was a tour that featured the castles and visited Munich during Oktoberfest. We thought this would be perfect.
We landed in Zurich, Switzerland and immediately noticed a distinct difference no other city could compare. It was clean and by clean, I mean you could lick the trash cans clean. Even the toilets were spotless; after you flushed a mechanical arm attached to the seat and cleaned it. I was a very relaxed germaphob.
The hotel was nothing too special. It was incredibly modern with a giant life size chess board at the entrance (yes, we did play a game!). We looked around the hotel and then waited on the rest of the tour group.
I was a bit nervous. The hotel was almost empty, save a few older people with canes and us.
"What do you think the tour group will be like?" I asked Mike over a traditional fondue meal.
"I'm guessing honeymooners like us. Maybe some just married couples," Mike shrugged his shoulders and cracked some fresh pepper over the cheese pot.
I popped some bread covered in cheese in my mouth and nodded.
"Yeah, I bet it will be fun."
"I wonder if all of Europe is this clean?" Mike mumbled.
The next morning, we packed up and got ready to visit our tour group in the clean, sleek , lobby. As we got out of the elevator, we noticed a sharp contrast to the modern surroundings. Approximately 35 'older' people we congregated on the sofas and chairs. Was this our tour group?
I scanned to crowd and noticed a younger than high school boy calling a woman next to hime grandmum and then a younger couple with the buttons given to us in the tour guide. Were we supposed to wear those?
Naturally, we went beside the younger couple.
"Are you with the INSIGHT tour?" the girl from the couple asked us.
We nodded and introduced ourselves.
"Thank God, you're here," began Scott, the boy from the couple. "Everyone here is OLD. I mean dinosaur old."
Tracy, the girl, nodded. "If we didn't put on these stupid buttons, we would have left."
"It can't be that bad, hee, hee" I giggled looking around knowing it could be that bad.
Suddenly a younger, like in his thirties, man stood up and spoke. His name was Lars from Norway and he would be our tour guide. He briefly discussed the tour and then asked if anyone would need handicap assistance. Half the group rose their hands.
Mike and I slowly began to realize we would be spending the majority of our honeymoon on a giant bus with people almost four times our age.
I turned to our new friends. Our best friends for the next two weeks.
"Want to get a drink before we get on the bus?"