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Year Two
And just like that, the second year has come and gone. It is hard to believe that we have called Switzerland home for two years. This year was an incredible year of travel (5 different countries), many great family visits, and tremendous growth and experiences for our two boys. Although much has remained the same from our first year (here is a link to that list), namely, the beauty of the country, the balanced pace of life, and especially making sure that we always have 2 CHF on us at all times for the WC, things have changed a bit during our second year—things that you can never foresee or…
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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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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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Not Just Another Day
It was the fourth Thursday in November, and a chill was in the air. The leaves had changed, and the trees were already bare in some cases, awaiting the cold winter months ahead. It was a school day. It was a work day. It was just another day in Switzerland. But it wasn’t just another day for us Americans…it was Thanksgiving. Last year was the first year that we spent Thanksgiving in Switzerland. It was a surreal day because instead of attending the local high school football game in the morning, I dropped the kids off at school. Instead of spending the day with family, I ran errands and cleaned. …
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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
