Mary Poppins must have been Swiss

Today was quite the adventure through/around Switzerland. But since I don't want to completely overwhelm you let me just say something concerning trains. I rode many of them today.

I'm quite certain that more than half of the Swiss Armed Forces was waiting on my platform in the morning. Do you know what that means...? You probably think I'm going to say something like: Men in uniform!!

But no. It means a full train. Anyway, I asked a woman if the seat across from her was free and sat myself down. I didn't observe her that closely, but she was at least old enough to be my mother. And she was knitting. That's really all I know. NBD. A couple trains later a girl asked if the seat across from me was free. I said it was and she sat herself down and took off her coat. She produced a brand new pair of thermal shoe sole inserts (which I greatly envied) and placed them in her boots. She then suddenly had a tissue in hand. Next thing I knew she had pulled out an ipod. After that, a yogurt with a spoon. Just when I thought she can't get anymore prepared she started to knit. She was probably not much older than me. Maybe mid to late twenties. Just before the next stop, the ticket-checker came around and completely skipped over her as she went for her ticket. She exchanged a puzzled look with me and then shortly thereafter exited the train. I thought to myself, I have GOT to get me one of those bags--it holds everything AND makes you invisible (not that I would go ticketless, but I got checked twice on two of my trains). A couple trains later another girl asked if the seat across from me was free. Again I said ja and she sat down. She was probably pretty close to my age too. Maybe a little younger. She, like the other girl, took off her coat and settled in. She then reached into her bag and pulled out an ipod. Then her smart phone. Then a rather large book. After a little while she replaced the book and pulled out... HER KNITTING! It was followed by a water bottle and some sort of chips or other food. These Swiss girls, I'm telling you. I don't know how they do it. And it's as if whatever they need just magically appears on top. No digging or rummaging. Maybe if I took up knitting, I too would have magic powers...

I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'.