The joy of flushing

We got back home to Zurich this afternoon. In a week, we'll be home in Fairbanks.

Even our home in Zurich feels like a home. A place to relax. A place not to worry about things. Like flushing - you just flush, and leave. No worries whether it flushed or not. It just did. No worries. It seemed like no toilet in Ireland would flush on the first try. Some were better than others, but still, none had the flush we are used to from the US or from here. Funny how little things make an impression.

(Another impression: two faucets at each sink, one for cold water, and a separate one for hot water. Standard there. Not standard anywhere else I have lived.)