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Domodossola, Italy
On a whim, I took a 7:35 am train from Bern, Switzerland, to Domodossola, Italy. The one-and-a-half-hour train ride is beautiful down through the Bernese Alps. Although it was cloudy and a bit foggy on the Switzerland side of the Alps, the sun was shining as soon as we crossed through the tunnel and came out into Italy. Domodossola is a quaint little town in northern Italy with a beautiful old section. Once you arrive at the station, it is a quick 5-10-minute walk up the main street before you reach the side street that leads to the old section. Once you make your way into the main piazza in…
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A Quick Day Trip to Luzern, Switzerland
With one sick child at home over the weekend and the other not wanting to leave the house because he only wanted to ride his bike, I decided to take a quick day trip to Luzern, Switzerland. After missing the 8 am bus to our village, I began the journey on foot down the hill to catch the train. One of the great aspects of living in Switzerland is its proximity to neighboring European countries and the size of the country itself. Living relatively in the middle of the country in Bern allows you to virtually go to many different cities, mountains, or excursions within a short time frame. Whether…
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Solothurn, Switzerland
What a beautiful little city Solothurn turned out to be. Located in the northern part of Switzerland, situated on the Aare River, Solothurn is the capital of the canton of Solothurn. It sits at the foot of the Weissenstein Jura mountains. Since moving here, I have meant to take the short 25-minute train ride to Solothurn. I walked the streets of its old town and had a great lunch at one of its many small cafes. The architecture and the way the city was laid out were beautiful to explore, and it is somewhere I want to return to many times to come.
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Tissot Peak Walk, Glacier 3000
I have never been a thrill seeker, but I am completely drawn to Switzerland’s many mountain adventures and excursions. Maybe I trust the “Swiss Made” persona, or perhaps I am getting older, and I am gradually letting go of fears and inhibitions. Either way, the Tissot Peak Walk was something I wanted to do for months. I took the one-and-a-half-hour drive to Les Diablerets, Switzerland, a mountain village in the heart of the Vaud Alps. On this beautiful, clear early morning, I was met with a stunning sunrise and a lovely view of the descending moon over the Alps. (I had to stop so many times to take pictures that…
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Man vs. Nature
There is something innate about humans; when we face nature, we believe we can conquer it. We think we can win. Maybe it is ego. Perhaps it is just human nature or more of a “guy” thing. Or perhaps it is the result of the “first fall.” Nevertheless, time and time again, when we confront nature in its purest form, we soon realize that we can never conquer that which is unmovable. Unconquerable. That which is undefeated. This is where I have found grace time and time again. And it is also why I continue to confront it. The humility that comes from challenging something that can’t be conquered unveils…
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The Swiss Alps from Another Time
Every year during the last week of January, the Swiss village of Kandersteg transforms into a period around the turn of the century, 1884-1914. This week is known as the “Belle Epoque.” I have always secretly wanted to live during this time. The fashion, decorum, culture, and etiquette all come alive in the beautiful scenery of the Swiss Alps.
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The Image
(The picture is inside of the Duomo di San Martino Cathedral in Lucca, Italy) There is an image that gives me comfort,I love it with every ounce of my being.Like a teddy bear or a blanket,I grip it tightly and bury my thoughts into its disturbing appearance.I have been drawn to its presence all of my life,I love this image with every ounce of my being. There is an image that I resist,I despise it with every ounce of my being.Like a teddy bear or a blanket,I am drawn to the comfort that I feel in my avoidance,I am addicted to the smile that is birthed when I dismiss it,I am…
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The Story of Paris
There is something about the telling of a story that captures our imagination. It could be the anticipation of discovering the plot and then feeling the excitement of watching it unfold. Or maybe the landscapes, culture, and time frame in which the story takes place allow us to enter these places just for a moment. Yet, above all else, it seems the characters themselves arrest us the most. Their personalities. Their virtues. Their vices. Their achievements and their failures. We love the characters because, deep down, we know that we are taking part in our own stories. Therefore, we imagine ourselves within their roles because maybe we need to escape,…
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Buildings
“I call architecture frozen music” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
