The sky looked grey as we set out and we knew we were taking a gamble with the weather. The Zermatt site had a weather forecast link and it looked ominous. It called for rain and fog, but we already had plans and babysitting and planets lined up, so we soldiered on. Plus, weather forecasts are always wrong—there is no way it would rain on our big day. And even if it did, surely it couldn’t obscure everything? Maybe we wouldn’t experience the full splendor of the Alps, but we’d settle for a good peek of the Matterhorn.
Within the first half hour of our trip, it started to rain.
I began to grumble. Brad convinced me to stay positive—it was an adventure after all! We decided to take a scenic detour to Vevey for a drive along the “Swiss Rivera.” Ooh, la, la! And it was really beautiful. Even through the sprinkles, we could tell that it was a place we would like to revisit. Think dramatic views of mountains diving into lakes, a nice promenade along the lake, and cute restaurants and boutiques. It’s also where Charlie Chaplin lived—and they have a commemorative statue of our little hero.
We finally made it to Täsch where we had to park. The story is is that Zermatt is a sans car town, so everyone parks and then takes the train in. Not only do I love a good old car-free town, but also the train ride totally set the mood. The engine gingerly chugged its way up the track, as it began to snow. We climbed higher and higher—passing through covered bridges (I love those things!)—until we reached Zermatt.
It had to be about ten degrees colder up there. Reluctantly, I pulled out my additional layers and pilled them on, one on top of the other. I’d worked hard to create that cute “Yeah, I’ve had a baby, but I’m going out with my husband and still have it going on” outfit, and now it was hidden under layers of bulky wool and fleece. Sigh, “Yeah, I’ve had a baby, but I’m going out with my husband and I’m toasty,” just doesn’t have the same ring to it!
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