The Hills are Alive…

Daisy

Ok  today we woke up bright and early and plopped in a train. It was very fast! We spent about 2 hours on the first train and on the second train we spent 3 hours. It was so exciting to see all the snow  capped mountains  in Switzerland, and wow  they were beautiful! After that we decided that we would go on a walk around the village. Guess what we found? A palace! It was so big. The gardens were extremely beautiful.  Wow  I wish I had a garden as big as that!

Stella

Day 13 – Yay  today we move to our hotel  that we stay in for three nights. Hooray .  But I’m not so happy that we have to go on a three hour train ride . I bet that I will get train sick 🤢 yeah about that. Mum wasn’t so sure.

 

Anyway I can’t even believe that we survived that.

When we got here we looked around the little apartment. It was so tiny and cute. Awww. Then we went on a homey walk. By the end of it my legs were killing me. So mum was very extremely lovely, kind and generous and gave me a little piggy back. Then we sat down to have a quick drink.

After that we headed back to the apartment. Ahhh so nice and calm.  Today was great. Tomorrow another adventure, yay .

Dan

Jac and I have been trying a variety of reds throughout the trip, as per Dr Wine’s orders, and earlier tonight we decided that we would head out for Italian (there are alot of Italian restaurants here in Brig) where we were bound to find a meal that the kids would love and a wine that we were sure to enjoy.

However, still not feeling 100%, Jac declined the wine, leaving me to make a reasonable guess as to what would be a good choice to accompany the pesto spaghetti and napoli pizza. Looking down the list I wasn’t confident; white wine wasn’t going to cut it, pinot would be too light and chianti reminded me of Hannibal Lecter.  I took a chance and ordered the Boccalino Barbera, after confirming that it was indeed a red.

Soon enough, out came the deep red-coloured wine quaintly presented in a ceramic jug – I guess I did order the bigger size!  I waited patiently for my wine glass to be delivered, wondering if I had been forgotten in the rush of the meal service. After a few minutes, and with the wine calling out for me to try, I caught the waitress’ attention and asked her for a glass.  She laughed at me and signalled that I was expected to drink the wine directly from the jug.

Following my attempts to sample the wine from the elongated spout, I decided that a glass would be a better option, especially given the lack of washing facilities available to us for the next few days!

Jac

What a treat we had today! The scenery coming into Lausanne and onto Brig in Switzerland was magnificent. The Swiss Alps looked like they were covered in whipped-to-perfection meringue. It’s hard to capture the scale of the Alps except to say that the cattle and houses looked really small.

The Swiss are well known for quality chocolate, watches and tennis players but what is less known is that they are innovators in hygiene design. The toilet on the fast train had an “all in one”, flush, wash, and dry console. For most, it’s a straight forward design that looks easy to operate, but as is often the case for Pisces people, particularly around water (chasing our tails), I ended up drying my hands before washing them! (Understandably, I drive an automatic car and have a Nespresso machine.}

In between feeling like we were travelling across an endless Disney backdrop, our time was spent contemplating what we would do in certain dilemmas. The one that created the biggest moral dilemma was finding a winning Tattslotto ticket in West Hobart (worth $28 million) and, before taking it in, finding out that an identifiable someone had lost their ticket in the area you found it.

Stella’s moral compass shifter was finding out if the person who had lost the ticket was rich or poor- she would return if poor, with “poor” defined as them living in a house made of “sticks and bark” (No houses like that in West Hobart, so Stella, by elimination, gained the loot).

Like mother, like daughter, Dan and Daisy said they would do lots of investigative work first, to meet their “its all mine“ criteria. These included determining whether it was a quick pick or the person’s favourite numbers (ie how much thought had gone into picking the winning numbers), matching fingerprints with the winning ticket, and checking honesty indicators like the presence of fake or inflated news on the person’s Facebook page etc. Once they had ticked all boxes, neutralised any residual feelings of guilt and tolerated 3 months of delayed gratification, they would claim the millions and run.

As for me, I decided to accept unconditionally and without hesitation a wonderful gift from the universe.