After Iceland, I met up with my Dad in Switzerland. It sounds silly, but I was really nervous to travel all by myself. If you know me at all, you know that I will cascade into anxiety and paranoia at any opportunity I get. (Don't even get me started about the girl sitting next to me on the plane who I was 100 percent sure was planning to take it down.) I took a series of buses, metros, and trains to Geneva. Naturally, I was very anxious about getting to Switzerland to see my dad. BUT. I did it! I didn't get lost, and I didn't acquire any ulcers.
^^ After I arrived, we drove to Montreux- such a cool (expensive!) city on Lake Geneva. I'm just going to be honest and tell you that my navigating skills far surpassed my dad's driving-in-a-foreign-country skills. Sorry dad, but it's true ;)
^^ The cheese in Gruyere was just as delicious as the town was charming.
^^ My dad's driving skills improved a bit, and we made our way to Wengen which is a tiny car-free town near Interlaken. The air was crisp and the view was perfection.
^^ Views from our first hike, at which point I thought we were crazy high up. Later, we took a gondola even farther up, and then took a train even farther up from there.
I could not begin to explain if I tried what it feels like to be this high in the air. But of course I'll try anyway. It felt unreal. Magical. Because of the altitude, it was hard to breath. I was freezing cold, but at the same time hot from the sun and from hiking. (I got my only sunburn of the year here.)
^^ Cute little ice sculptures at the "Top of Europe."
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