September 13, 2012
There’s not much I can tell you about the Alps that will translate better than the pictures. As an old friend would say, a thousand to one is a miserable exchange rate. Let’s just say that, despite it taking nearly an entire day of travel (train from Lucerne to Interlaken, another train from Interlaken to Lauterbrunnen, an aerial cablecar to Grütschalp, and yet another train from Grütschalp to Mürren), it was all worth it. Sometimes, the process of getting there is just as extraordinary as the destination.
September 9, 2012
If you can guess what movie that line’s from, I think we’d be friends in real life.
Like I mentioned earlier, we’ve been in (gorgeous, sunny, delightful, cheese-filled) Switzerland this week. We spent a couple of days in Zurich, trained over to Lucerne yesterday, and plan to go to Mürren tomorrow. So, no My Paris post today, but here’s some love from my iPhone of what this country’s looked like so far.
We stayed at the same hotel as the last time we were in Zurich, which meant I got to eat breakfast and hang out and read in this slick library bar again. It used to be a brewery so I drank accordingly.
Speaking of breakfast: is there anything better than a fresh, locally sourced, well-stocked hotel breakfast?
Lucerne is, for a lack of a better word, picturesque. It’s a small city tucked into the folds of hills and mountains with a river and a lake and well-preserved medieval architecture.