We awoke to the sunlight filling our room in Geneva at what we thought was a reasonable hour.  We took advantage of our free hostel breakfast and headed to the train station for our ride to Zurich.  We had a few hours in Zurich to see the richest street in the world, where all the Swiss banks are located and do a walking tour of the city.  Brandon and I were starved as we hadn't had much more than a few granola bars for most of the trip and quickly looked for a place to eat.  Everything in Zurich seemed way overpriced so we did a lot of walking.  We found a little sandwich shop and decided that was our best bet.  The people in Zurich speak German, which none of us do.  So ordering was fine, we just pointed and said "one".  The lady behind the counter was trying to speak in German to us, but quickly realized that wasn't happening.  It was little difficult to get the orders, tell her how we wanted to split up paying for everything, but when we pulled out the credit card to pay, her face just washed over with fear.  How was she going to tell us that they didn't take credit cards, and us try to figure out how to pay!?  You could see the fear in her eyes!  Since they have their own money, not euros, we had only taken out a little bit in cash and by this time we were running low.  Luckily they were able to ring us up in Euros anyways and the crisis was averted.  Since we couldn't read German we could only assume what was coming in our sandwiches. Felipe chose a tomato and cheese sandwich while Brandon and I hit the jackpot.  A salami, ham, cheese, hard boiled egg, and pickle delight.  I know it doesn't sound that good, but let me tell you, I'll be making some of these when I get back to the states!  We ate next to a little canal in the shade and headed back to the train station.

 

Liechtenstein is a very small country between Switzerland and Austria.  I've heard they even have a run where people run from one side of the country to the other.  We spent our last Swiss Francs on bus tickets into the country.  They dropped us off in Valduz, the capital. There isn't much to see in a country of 36,000 people but we decided we'd hike up to see the castle where the royalty lives (with all our luggage!).  When we got there we found out that it is all private land and not much to see.  It was a little disappointing but we were able to get some good pictures of the whole town.  It is nestled between where the east and west Alps meet so we headed back into town to grab a bite to eat and watch the tail end of the France vs. Swiss game as the sunset behind the mountains.

 

We then had reservations for a sleep car on our 8 hour train ride to Vienna.  It was nice to lie down while traveling, but the bunks were small and cramped.  We crammed in caught a few hours rest before arriving in Vienna.  When the guy on the train saw that we had United States Passports, he immediately mentioned how there were some Americans in the room next to us. He knocked on their door and said "Americans!! Look what I have..." and showed my passport.  We said hi, but they weren't attractive so we hit the sack.

 

On each of these train rides we try and plan our next few stops so that when we arrive we can check on times and make reservations if needed.  We learned that soon as we arrive in Vienna that there was a train leaving for Budapest and we could just switch trains and save time waiting around.  So now here I sit about to arrive in Budapest finishing these last two journals.  The plan is to check into a hostel, take a shower and spread our American wealth through the city.