I have a Swiss bank account: No, I’m not a millionaire

I have a Swiss bank account: No, I'm not a millionaire A Swiss bank account may still have the aura of James Bond style appeal, but it’s realistically not what it once was. A recent crackdown by the IRS following high-profile cases of Americans, even presidential candidates, holding Swiss bank accounts has led not only to the end of secrecy for Americans but Swiss banks no longer wanting to deal with the trouble and hassle of doing business with Americans.

More than ever before, Americans living in Switzerland and other places abroad are now giving up their American citizenship so that they can again complete simple tasks like paying bills. Additionally, our international accountant has told us that the United States is the only country in the world to continue charging its citizens taxes throughout their lives, regardless of how much time they have been away.

As we began researching Swiss banks, we found that cantonal banks would likely fit our services best. Cantons, like states but much smaller and maybe more resembling counties inside of a state, each have their own cantonal bank. You do most of your business in your local canton but can withdraw money for free from ATMs at any cantonal bank in Switzerland.

We also read stories of newly-arrived Swiss residents wandering into the first bank they found and being told that the establishment they had entered was a “private” Swiss bank with a minimum balance of much higher than the amount they planned to deposit (usually at least $300,000 USD). As we wandered down Zurich’s Bahnhofstrasse, nicknamed “the most expensive street in the world,” we noticed several of these private banks, more likely to be holding Romney’s and Obama’s money than our own.

After completing our research, we walked to our nearest cantonal bank and attempted to sign up for a bank account. The banker, who had never seen an American passport before, gave us some paperwork and advised us to return the next week, giving himself time to prepare the documentation for our account or maybe secretly hoping that we would take our low profitability account elsewhere.

We returned the following week with our initial paperwork and passports. At this time, our banker gave us additional paperwork that the bank had determined was required by the American government for our account. He translated German documents for us and asked us to expand his knowledge on the American/English documents and the meaning of social security numbers. Again, we had documents to take home with us for another return.

On our third visit to the bank, seated beneath large posters of Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro reminding us of our most recent home, the banker told us that we should now have everything complete and to wait for the bank to process our account. He asked us several questions about whether we intended to invest in Swiss funds, what our typical balance would remain, and other questions where the bank management could gauge profitability while balancing efforts spent on creating an account for Americans.

After waiting approximately two weeks on a bank decision, we contacted our banker and found that we would be approved but that the bank once again required additional paperwork for the unusual nuances of hosting an American. This time, the banker agreed to come to us and visited our apartment to finalize paperwork and give us our new account number. He accepted a Coca-Cola to drink as we talked, a change of taste from the usual Swiss preference of Rivella and recalled a recent business event where he drew awkward stares from Swiss co-workers after ordering a Scotch at the bar, a lesson for the young banker who was still learning his own business culture as well.

Our Swiss account remains open but simply so that we don’t return to the hassle of a long process should we ever need it again, not for any Bond-esque benefits. The Swiss government had begun more open communications with the American government until Snowden recently revealed that he had worked as a spy in Geneva, leading us to be asked many times whether we were CIA/NSA employees as we traveled in western Switzerland. The scandals have now spread to other countries and taken down some leading characters.

Meanwhile, we’re now in China, where as long as someone who speaks and translates Chinese accompanies you, a bank account can be opened in five to 10 minutes with no minimum balance.

-Chris

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In the land of milk, chocolate and cheese

In the land of milk, chocolate and cheese
In the land of milk, chocolate and cheese
World-famous for its chocolate, Switzerland offers this sweet in any type you heart desires. Found in confectionery speciality shops or the local grocery store, you can’t go wrong with Swiss chocolate.

If you’re looking to lose weight, Switzerland is not the place to come. With food in Switzerland on the heavy side, this is the place to get your fill on dairy, bread and potatoes.

Dairy if you please

Switzerland is most known for its dairy products. Did you know that the Swiss were the first to think of mixing milk and chocolate back in the 1800s? Chocolate is king here, and you can find every type imaginable. From chocolate factories like Nestle and Lindt to the high-end confectionery shops, this is a chocaholic’s paradise. For affordability, we suggest checking out the wide variety of chocolate at local supermarkets.

The Swiss national dish is fondue. This pot of melted cheese and bread on skewers for dipping has been bringing family and friends together for generations. The blend of melted cheese and white wine makes for a filling meal. Fondue is a big affair, so it typically is only served in the home on the weekend when there is time to prepare and enjoy it. There are many restaurants that serve the national dish, but if you don’t want to be made fun of by the locals, don’t order fondue in the summer as this is a winter-only meal. Also, the Swiss are quite confused to see chocolate fondue in the U.S. as it is unheard of here. Fondue is strictly for cheese. All those choices at the Melting Pot? Not so much.

In the land of milk, chocolate and cheese
Raclette is prepared at a food booth during a carnival in Winterthur. This pungent cheese is melted down and spread over bread for a hearty snack.

Raclette is another popular cheese dish. Usually served individually in small black iron skillets, Chris and I just had our first experience with it at a street carnival. Wheels of this pungent cheese are melted to scrape over bread and served warm and gooey. I’ve sworn that Switzerland has cured me for a lifetime of my cheese cravings.

A world food tour in one country

As Switzerland is divided into regions by language, much of the food is influenced by other countries. In the Center and North where we live, you have the German region. In the South is the Italian region. In the West is the French region. There is a very small  region in the East that speaks the ancient Romansh language. With a mixture of German, French and Italian influence, one can sample food from across Europe.

Röschti, a slivered potato dish much like hashbrowns, started off as a breakfast dish for farmers in Bern. It has evolved into a main course topped with cheese, vegetables and meat.
Röschti, a slivered potato dish much like hash browns, started off as a breakfast dish for farmers in Bern. It has evolved into a main course topped with cheese, vegetables and meat.

With the Germanic influence, we have lots of potato and pork dishes. Röschti is a popular dish made of slivered potatoes, much like hash browns. Any combination of meat or vegetables or cheese is then served on top. Another popular dish to mix is spaetzle. A food created by peasants in medieval times, the drop-dough dumpling has now become a main course. Schnitzels and bratwursts are also very popular. With a bit of French flair, you can find cordonbleu on many menus.

In the land of milk, chocolate and cheese
The small bread stand near our flat offers a traditional beer bread recipe. When we’re here on the weekends, we always make sure to buy a loaf.

Bread, good bread, is baked fresh and sold almost everywhere. You can find great bread from any of the local bakeries to a convenience store. The best bread, though, is when you can find it homemade. Near our flat, there is a lady who sets up a stand each Saturday and Sunday morning and sells her own bread. Using her grandfather’s recipe, her beer bread is the best we’ve had here.

In the land of milk, chocolate and cheese
The Donner Kebab is a popular choice at kebap restaurants. These Turkish-influenced eateries offer delicious and affordable selections with a Middle Eastern flair.

As eating out is far too expensive for our budget, we’ve learned to cook a lot at home. On those rare occasions during the week when we do decide to venture out, we mainly eat at a local kebap. These Turkish restaurants are the most affordable options, and the menu includes lots of lamb and vegetables rolled up inside of a tortilla-like shell.

 

Cheers

Though Switzerland doesn’t have a caipirinha or a national drink like Brazil, you will find strong German beers and fine French and Italian wines along with shots of Jager and schnapps. A common pastime here is to sit and enjoy coffee or tea in one of the many cafes.

What food would you most like to try in Switzerland?

-Monica

 

Spring on a Swiss Farm

A view with the Alps in the background from a walking path nearby our flat.

April showers bring May flowers. We live in a farming community where our flat is surrounded by barns and pastures. When we first got here, everything was covered in snow. Since Spring has finally arrived, this community has come to life.

Farmers are out on their tractors; the cows we only saw in the barns before have been let out to pasture; and our neighbors will soon be receiving their annual flock of sheep. We’ve also started emerging from our cocoon of the heated flat and triple layers of clothes to enjoy afternoon walks.

These photos are a collection I’ve taken to show how beautiful the Switzerland countryside is in Spring. Enjoy!

Spring on a Swiss Farm
A view with the Alps in the background from a walking path nearby our flat.
Spring on a Swiss Farm
Flowers start to bloom in a neighbor’s garden.
Spring on a Swiss Farm
A neighbor’s, Farmer Michael, calf spends some time in the round pen.
Spring on the Swiss Farm
A farm dog takes a break from his many duties.
Life on the Swiss Farm
A neighbor’s garden is beginning to sprout.
Spring on the Swiss Farm
This is the stream that runs behind our flat with the overpass we walk over to go to town.
Life on the Swiss Farm
A farmer moves fresh hay for the cows to the barn.
Life on the Swiss Farm
An advertisement for a chocolate company sits in a nearby pasture.
Spring on the Swiss Farm
Community garden plots can be found all along the train route.
Spring on the Swiss Farm
A tractor makes it way across a pasture below the barn.
Life on the Swiss Farm
Cows are let out to pasture while a horse walks with his rider in the background.
Life on the Swiss Farm
The flowers are blooming, and it makes me think this place is going to be hard to leave.
Life on the Swiss Farm
One of the many cats in and around our farming community. They help the farmers keep mice out of the barns.
Spring on the Swiss Farm
Even the snails that have begun to emerge are beautiful with their swirled shells.

-Monica

Forget Honest Abe. How about Honest Jan?

Forget Honest Abe. How about Honest Jan?

It’s been said that if my head were not attached to my body, I would lose it. I’ve been known to lose keys, cell phones, earrings (notoriously bad for this one), and once a small child. So, it’s no surprise that I’ve lost my purse here –  twice. What is surprising, though, is that both times it’s been returned to me with everything intact; nothing, not even the cash, missing. I’m pretty sure of all the places we’ve traveled to or lived in, Switzerland is the only place this would happen.

The safest country in world?

Throughout the years, Switzerland has been thought to be the safest country in Europe, if not the world. This long-standing accolade has been attributed to various factors, such as the country’s gun laws, mandatory military service for all eligible males, and the country’s maintained neutrality.

However, a report released in 2011 did show crime was on an upward trend in Switzerland. We have noticed more warnings about pickpockets on the trains since we arrived, but with my purse incidents, I would never guess it.

Forget Honest Abe. How about Honest Jan?
Roadside stands selling fresh bread and flowers can be found in Switzerland where payment is on the honor system. Photo Credit: Courtney Anderson

People here are very aware of how safe their country can be. Never before have I seen stands where fresh bread and flowers are left out with a money box. It’s all on the honor system, and you just take what you need while leaving your payment. There is no one standing guard, and it works. I’ve been told that these sort of stands can be found in rural areas in the U.S. (though I grew up in one and don’t recall seeing any), but you find them in more metropolitan areas here as well.

Taking pride

Forget Honest Abe. How about Honest Jan?
Swiss flags fly in the countryside and in cities, at private residences and public spaces; you can find the white cross on red shield just about anywhere.

The Swiss are a proud lot, and integrity is up there on the list of priorities. There is a lot of national pride here, with Swiss flags flying high from public spaces and private residences. And, for all that is holy, don’t offend the Swiss by confusing them with Swedish people or the country as part of the European Union.

This pride can also be seen in the famous Swiss organization and cleanliness. People in stores here actually help the staff keep the shop in order. When items are out of place or knocked to the floor, no matter who walks by, the item is picked up and replaced. If a person sees a bit of trash on the ground, he will pick it up and throw it away. The approach seems to be more of a caring about your place as a whole instead of a singular idea about only what is convenient for you.

I can’t help to think that if we all took this attitude how much nicer public spaces and everything else would be all over the world. Instead of thinking “I didn’t drop it; it’s not my responsibility,” what if we all thought “This will help my community; it makes this place better for not only me but everyone to enjoy?”

-Monica

Milk, butter and efficiency

Milk, butter and efficiency
Milk, butter and efficiency
Of course, chocolate is everywhere in Switzerland and a large variety of it can be found in any grocery store. These Easter bunnies and other sweet treats were on main display at all the local stores the weeks leading up to Easter.

One of the adventures of living abroad is re-learning how to do the most mundane daily activities, like grocery shopping. We went from the laid-back stroll of buying fruits and vegetables in the supermarkets and feiras of Brazil to the efficient speed race of grocery shopping in Switzerland.

Down a country road

Due to a typo in some official mailing paperwork, we came to meet our neighbors across the street. A Swiss man who lived in the U.S. for 10 years and his Austrian wife who has lived in Switzerland for 30+ years were not the typical couple we had come to expect. There is a saying in Switzerland that once you make a Swiss friend, you’ve made a friend for life. Typically, Swiss people are hard to get to know, sometimes taking years for an invite into their homes. However, once a Swiss person has befriended you, it sticks. So, we were a bit surprised when we knocked on their door one evening the second week we were here to explain how our mail might be delivered to their home by mistake and were invited in for beer and tea.

Milk, butter and efficiency
Produce is assigned a number, and you must weigh it on the scale to print out a barcode for checkout. We found this out the hard way after we took about six different items up to a busy cashier without any barcodes!

Since then, I have gone grocery shopping each week with Hilda, the wife. She has been a godsend for us. As we live quite far out in the country here without a car, getting to the grocery store can be a challenge. Our nearest grocery store is about a quarter of a mile walk past a cow farm. It’s quite a change from our days in São Paulo.

Hilda and I go in her car two towns over to a few different grocery stores. First, there is Spar, which is comparable in size and selection to a Food Lion (I can’t compare anything in Switzerland to price, though, since everything is much more expensive here, but that’s for another blog post). Then there is Migros, which is something like a Wal-Mart with more than just food but not a superstore. Next is Coop, more high-end like a Publix, and Coop City, comparable to Wal-Mart Super Centers, can be found in bigger towns. There is one discount grocery store chain, Aldi, which can also be found throughout the U.S. Finally, there are smaller convenience stores, like Volg, where Chris picks up milk and some other smaller daily items on his walk home from work. There are also lots of individual shops, like bakeries, butcheries and pharmacies.

On a mission

Unlike Brazil, grocery shopping (and pretty much everything else) in Switzerland is a lesson in efficiency. From the way the store is stocked to how people go about their shopping trip to the checkout, everything is organized to get you in and out quickly.

Milk, butter and efficiency
Soups in Switzerland come mainly in packet form with few options in can, and no Campbell’s in sight.

Shoppers aren’t browsing; they are grabbing and going. I think I’m the only one who doubles back to areas to check prices. I look for “action” items as these are how products are marked for “sell” because they are near expiration.

Checkout is quick, and you’re expected to bag your groceries and pay all at the same time. There is even a divider at the end to separate groceries of shoppers in the process of checking out. If it weren’t for Hilda helping me, I’m pretty sure I would get a lot more glares from people in line behind me. You also bring your own bags as plastic/paper bags are either not available or only available for cost.

Like the U.S.

For the most part, it seems Switzerland has many of the same foods as the U.S. I’ve adopted new eating habits here, so I haven’t looked for the same products as I did in Brazil.

Milk, butter and efficiency
To obtain a shopping cart, you have to put in 2 francs or a grocery store coin to release it from the other carts. When you return it, you get your coin back.

Fresh fruits and vegetables can be found in the grocery store, but the selection isn’t as wide. It does seem every imaginable meat can be found here, though. Cheddar cheese is still hard to find, but we’ve been experimenting with Swiss cheese and a wide variety that is available here. Nutella is still the No. 1 choice for a sandwich spread, but you can find peanut butter in the regular grocery stores (there are no Wal-Marts or Sam’s Clubs here). Mayonnaise and mustard come in tubes like toothpaste instead of bottles along with tuna salad. Fresh bread is available almost anywhere, including convenience stores. Soups come more in packets to be made instead of already-made in cans.

Milk, butter and efficiency
A variety of fresh bread is available at all grocery and convenience stores. You bag your own selection and take to checkout.

Swiss food is of a heavier diet, so preservatives are more like the U.S. instead of Brazil. Most food will keep here, and Switzerland is freezing produce for later use more and more. A friend of mine lived here about six years ago, and she told me then she could never find food that was out of season. Now, though, it seems you find more produce in the frozen aisle.

When it comes to grocery shopping, are you more Brazilian like and stroll through the store looking at all the items? Or are you more Swiss like, focused to get in and get out?

-Monica

 

Glücklich Fasnacht

Glücklich Fasnacht

For the past two weekends, Christopher and I have seen some of the ugliest and scariest masks; been confetti-bombed a dozen times; threw back shots of Schnapps as if we were in college again; given candy to kids in every imaginable costume like it was Halloween; and danced Gangnam Style in the streets.

Glücklich Fasnacht
A float during the Chur Fasnacht parade makes a jab about the recent controversy over the Swiss government buying new military jets. The sign reads “To hell with the Gripen,” which is the type of plane the Swiss are purchasing from Sweden.

Who knew, but Switzerland celebrates Carnival! Here, it’s called Fasnacht, and each town has its own celebration. The first weekend, we celebrated in Chur. Everyone here was dressed in costume for the occasion, from the young to the old. We attended the afternoon parade where local groups play in full bands and pull floats, typically with a political jab. These groups are comparable to the krewes of New Orleans’ Mardi Gras. Lots of candy, fruit and some toys are thrown to the spectators, but whereas Mardi Gras is known for beads, Fasnacht is known for confetti. It’s thrown from the floats, and some of the group members come into the crowd to pour bags of it on spectators. By the end of the parade, the street isn’t even visible for the confetti.

Glücklich Fasnacht
A parade participant at the Basil Fasnacht Parade prepares to confetti bomb a member of the crowd.

We attended our second Fasnacht celebration in Basel, which has the only Protestant Carnival in the world. Costumes were mainly worn by the children here, but it wasn’t any less of a party atmosphere. Confetti continued to be abundant and it seemed more parade participants offered shots or beer to spectators. The main difference between Chur and Basel seemed to be the parade participant’s costumes. Whereas in Chur most groups had elaborate face paintings, Basel members had intricate masks.

Each town sells its own Fasnacht pin with proceeds going to the groups to buy the masks, costumes, musical equipment, and other festival-related costs. If you’re wearing the pin, the better your odds at getting goodies from the parade participants instead of confetti-bombed.

After the parades, the bands make their ways throughout the evening into local restaurants to play inside for diners. There are also small comedy groups that perform inside, usually taking jabs at politicians, government and other organized institutions.

Glücklich Fasnacht
A firefighter carries a burning torch during the Chienbäse, a Fasnacht tradition in Liestal since the Middle Ages.

Outside of Basel in Liestal is the Chienbäse, a night parade that has been continuous since the Middle Ages. Firefighters carry large torches through the streets and push carts carrying burning fires with flames 12 feet into the air. If you can stand the smoke, it’s a sight to behold. The next morning at 4, we attended Morgenstreich, the world-famous parade of lanterns in the main city of Basel. All of the lights in town are turned out, and the groups march playing only piccolo flutes and drums. The participants carry lanterns on their heads while the floats are lighted from inside. Unlike the other parades, this one has no set route. Millions of people are just wandering among the darkened streets following the light and music.

Glücklich Fasnacht
Participants carry lanterns on their heads during the world-famous Morgenstreich in Basel where all the city lights go out for the early-morning parade.

After this early-morning parade, the Couchsurfers we stayed with prepared us a traditional Fasnacht breakfast of Mehlsuppe, a brown flour soup, and Zwiebelwähe, a cheese and onion quiche. We were told traditionally you would wash this all down with beer, but by that point, we had reached our limit.

Fasnacht is the one time of year that the Swiss are allowed to cut loose and enjoy themselves. All the rules the country is known so well for are thrown out the window. We had a wonderful, if not exhausting, time during Fasnacht, and we look forward to celebrating more holidays here. We’ve been told Easter is a pretty big deal, too.

What holidays would you like to celebrate abroad?

-Monica

From flip-flops to snow boots

From flip-flops to snow boots
A view from our balcony after a night-long snow fall.

After a month of visiting family and friends from Virginia to Florida in the U.S.; handling visa business at the consulate in Atlanta; attending the school residency week for Syracuse University in New York City; and re-packing from summer to winter clothes, we’ve both made it to Switzerland with Chris arriving about a week before me.

This trip has been the epitome of polar opposites. We’ve gone from the sunny beaches of Brazil to the snow-covered mountains of our new home outside of Zurich. When I went to apply for my immigration status in Brazil, I wore flip-flops, a pair of shorts, and a tanktop. Monday when I went to the Office of Population Control (Chris’ says it sounds like something out of George Orwell’s 1984), I wore my heavy-duty snow boots, two pairs of socks, a pair of long john pants and shirt, a sweater, jeans, two coats (one with a faux fur lining), a pair of gloves, a scarf, and a toboggan (yes, this is what I call a skull cap, tuke, winter hat, or whatever you prefer).  Thank goodness for my Canadian friends who told me to dress in layers, but I was still cold!

From flip-flops to snow boots
Decked out in four layers to brave the snow!

After only being here a few days, we’ve noticed some differences other than the weather. Though the people will say guten morgen (we’re in the part of the country that speaks German), they’re not as open-armed as Brazilians or Americans, at least Americans from the south of the States. There isn’t much smiling going on in the streets here. There are a lot more people here who know English than we found in Brazil. This is a great help for a traveler who doesn’t have an affinity for languages, like me.

In the coming months, we’ll be posting about all things Swiss we experience, like grocery shopping (where mustard and mayonnaise come in tubes instead of bottles), public transportation, food, codes of conduct, and more.

Do you want to know anything about Switzerland? Let us know, and we’ll see if we can dedicate a post to it.

-Monica