We caught the train and defrosted, which was difficult as we were cold to the bone, and headed for Nyon. On the journey home, Brad convinced me to take pictures of the chateaus that we were passing. Forever the tourist, I hung my head out of the window to snap a few of the regal homes. I was already cute in my insulation as you may imagine and now here I was with my head hanging out of the window, hair swirling in my face and mouth, cheeks flapping in the breeze, while I took pictures of random chateaus.
Giddy from the cold, and my attempts to be a “traveling photographer,” we laughed all the way home. Zermatt is quintessentially Swiss so it was just as well that we didn’t see a damn bit of it. Picture-postcard is not our forte. What we did see was that sure, some people need awe-inspiring mountains and glorious weather to enjoy themselves—we just needed each other … and an indefatigable sense of adventure!
Never miss a Stories from the Land of Cheese column again. Just click on the author’s name at the top of the story, then select “Be notified when writer publishes” at the top of the page. We’ll send you an email as soon as a new column is published.
PREVIOUS PAGE
