Let me apologize for not keeping up as I have wished. Things indeed got hectic, more than I could have imagined.
I am now on a train somewhere in the middle of Austria. It’s pretty wild when I think about it.
To write in order of events at this point would stunt the free-flow of my thoughts and so I shall try not.
Switzerland is beautiful as I expected, what I did not expect was how good the food was. Definitely the best culinary surprise of the trip. Yesterday after driving/walking up a mountain, my Swiss friends Eva, and Chris, and their good friend Jasmine took me to a place where they serve top-notch Röschti. The dish is essentially thickly sliced hashbrowns and the one they insisted to order for me was full of onions and topped with ham and a fried egg. Incredibly delicious.
Another surprise was this pizza. No doubt the best of my life. Yes, the best pizza of my life. Though it does make perfect since because of Switzerland being in the vicinity of Italy. Funny thing though, I’ve never been to Italy, but they have, and told me this restaurant in their hometown is better than the pizza they had in Italy. I believe them. Paper-thin dough, unbelievable.
Switzerland is heartland Western Europe and the people are reserved and traditional. But they live a good life. Chris, Jasmine, and Eva are all from different small villages (the names of which I can’t remember) but they all adhere to the same town- Solothurn. Which is a quaint and beautiful place.
We drank along the Aare River that passes through Solothurn and late in the night swam in it. The local beer is Oufi- meaning 11. Eleven is the historical number of Solothurn- the town has 11 scattered fountains- each guarded by one of the 11 saints. There’s also flights of 11 stairs leading the cathedral/church in the center of Solothurn.
Eva my hostess has a cozy wooden house backing up to forest. There’s a lot of forest here by the way, I love it. The dog Lenox was of course my favorite among the house animals. They have probably 10 cats.
Also, it apparently is not a big deal to grow a little marijuana in your back yard.
Although it was too cloudy to see the Alps, the Northern mountains- the Jura - were still quite the back drop.
Oh, and the Swiss do not dance. But of course my Swiss friends and I did.
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