On Friday night, we had another good-bye gathering. (I told you there were a lot of good-byes around here.) We went to the rooftop terrace at Hotel Astra in Vevey, which had a lovely view of the vineyards above the city.
This was also the site of my most bizarre parking experience yet.
I haven’t told very many parking stories yet, but I have plenty. Parking spaces are REALLY small, which makes for a nerve-wracking experience almost every time I park. Also, there is almost no free parking in this country. I park for free at Nestle, but almost everywhere else requires some coins. Gone are the days of wide open parking lots outside of Target. Now, my options are street parking (where I typically have to pay a machine) or garage parking, which is typically the option every time I go to the grocery store. Most are .50 per 30 minutes, but some are much more. For instance, I pay 4 CHF ($4.50 USD) for parking at church every Sunday. (And that is with a 50% discount!)
I just cleaned out a huge collection of parking receipts in my car the other day…
Anyway…back to my story about Friday night…
I knew there was parking in the hotel, so I followed the signs to the back of the building and found a call box outside of a garage door. I told them I was going to the restaurant, and they opened what turned out to be an elevator door. I pulled in and had to push the button for floor -2. The doors closed behind me, and the elevator descended a couple of floors. Thank goodness the doors opened again to let me out into a garage full of parking spaces! I didn’t know to expect any of this on the way in, but I was sure to document the process of getting out.
I guess with so little space, you get creative about how you manage cars and parking!