Train Pies!

SBB CakeThis was definitely an “only in Switzerland” moment!

The train station near our place has been undergoing a lot of construction, for a long time. I’m sure it’ll look great when it’s done, but for the moment, it’s a noisy eyesore.

Well, heading to work the other morning, there were two people dressed in SBB uniforms (the Swiss train service), passing things out to commuters. I wasn’t exactly sure what they were handing out at first but my internal “Ooh! Free stuff” alarm went off, so I took one.

Turns out, they are little “please excuse the mess” pies that announce, on the wrapper, that trains which used to depart from track 4 will temporarily depart from track 6, due to construction work. There is even a little number 6 baked right into the pie crust to remind you.

How adorable and distinctly Swiss is this, right?!?! And, it was delicious!


Invalids of war

So, I saw this sign on the train on the way to work the other day and felt like I just HAD to take a picture of it and put it on my blog.

Here’s the picture of that sign:

Here’s how that sign translates into English:

“Seat reserved for mutilated persons and invalids of war,  work, and service”

WTF! Invalids of war??!?!

I mean, ok, the train I was on was not the newest and sleekest of the Italian railway’s fleet, but c’mon! Maintain the illusion guys! At least replace the sign with something more recent! I know there are more up-to-date and politically correct words that we can use instead of “mutilated persons” and “invalids”.

I wouldn’t be surprised if that train had other vintage signs reading “please refrain from using your snuff box while on board” or “women prohibited from voicing their opinions while train is in motion“.

Is this seat free?

I’m sitting on the green line of the underground Metro in Milan,  heading home after a few drinks with friends. It’ s definitely past rush hour, but not so late as to have a completely empty subway train. I’d say that there are about 7 or 8 of us in a compartment that holds seats for up to 55.

The train pulls up to the Garibaldi stop. The pre-recorded message announces the stop first in Italian, and then in English so bad that it might as well have been Italian. The doors open. Nobody gets off and only one guy gets on. He notes the almost completely empty train and then chooses his seat… right next to me!

Italians have a very different idea on the concept of personal space. For them, that “bubble” of security that marks one’s personal zone is either very limited or just plain non-existent.

Italians will give each other kisses on the cheek to say hello or goodbye. Friends and groups of friends (both guys and gals) can often be seen hanging out with their arms around each other or even walking arm-in-arm or hand-in-hand. Even when talking to one another, be it family member or complete stranger, Italians are much more up-in-your-face and physically “touchy”.

At first I was a little ginked out by it all. A person purposely sitting down next to me at an empty bus stop or on my bench at the park when there were 10 other empty benches used to make me think: “does this person want to have sex with me or what?”. I would often catch myself backing up slowly (horror film style) from a person as they continued to move closer and closer to me, while telling me about how their weekend went.

I’m not really sure why Italians do this. I guess it’s maybe because they don’t even think twice about personal space, or perhaps they just enjoy being surrounded by people more than Americans do.

One thing I do know is that I seem to have gotten used to it. I was on the Metro recently and I sat down next to a couple of tourists on a fairly empty train without even thinking about it. They looked at me strange and then both shifted down, in unison, to put some more space between me and them. What weirdos!