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Yes, it's true. They actually let me in the country. God knows what those Frenchies were thinking, but then again... maybe it was all a part of their plan! |
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Soon after my arrival, I knew I wasn't in Kansas anymore. In fact, the wine even seemed to be just a tad better than any of those Kansas vintages as I recall! |
| Driving along the narrow twisty mountian roads was a thrill enough. theavalanche tunnels were a treat as well. Some were carved right through the cliffs themselves - tight and unlit! |  |
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Yes, the towns were all indeed painfully cute and charming. It made for a difficult drive as the roads were narrow and NONE of us were doing a good job of watching the road. One town was actualy having a witch festival! (They were advertising the traditional Swiss witch burning event as well. Seems they are good about keeping in touch with their roots despite modern technological advances.) |
| A random rock roadside
formation. Capstones have kept the underlying strata from eroding.
(We were able to push one over. It crashed down the valley and killed four sheep grazing in a field. We left rather sheepishly soon after.) |
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Then we arrived, mostly asleep, from our boring, dull, New Jersey Turnpike-esque drive to find outselves in a real life fairy land |
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Astrid was able to get ahold of a friends cabin for us for the night. Quaint and typical, it had HEAVY rocks for shingles. Aninteresting local cusotm explaingin the use of such heavy timbers in the houses. (What we thought was Julie Andrews turned out to be Bob trying to yodel. Seems Swiss wine makes him a bit lopier than the rest of us!) |
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No doubt it was a great view. Inspiring, even with some damp weather. |
| Dinner was amazing. Swiss
style Raclette with a killer salad and LOTS of wine.
(Raclette is a dolop of melted Raclete cheese that you dip a small white potato into and chow away. Very tasty and VERY fattening!) |
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