After you abandoned me here in Switzerland, I moped for a bit as neither grandma, her fiance nor her friend let me sleep with them.
It was so hot too and when I overheard them discussing the mountains, I decided to stow away.
Such excitement – I climbed into the trunk, but got found quickly. The driver took my presence well and seeing how hot I was began looking for refreshing views and entertaining stops. You wouldn’t believe the water I’ve seen on the way to the alps: Lac Léman (often simply called Lake Geneva much to the disgust of the people in the next canton up as well as the French who share part of its shores);
the Rhone river (looks awful, as it is gray, but the driver told me that that is because it is glacial run-off so carries a lot of stone sediment);
an artificial lake at one of the most gorgeous highway stops I’ve ever seen;
|Relais du Grand Saint Bernard|
the Trient river, which flows through a gorge of the same name and the Dranse, which runs under a too-cute-to-be-believed wooden bridge.
|Pretty is, as pretty does.|
But there was also playtime –
I got to sit on the swing,
ride the frog,
climb the ropes: sure am glad she didn’t make me go down the BMX run – my tummy felt funny just thinking of those bumps.
|BMX park in the Chablais|
Since I am a bit afraid of swimming I didn’t go in the lake to play with the ducks nor jump off the bridge (Western City),
but I loved sitting at the picnic table,
posing with my cousin and aunt
hugging a cow (thank goodness it was only a plastic one – they are too big for me!).
Then I got to lay on a very old car, which parked by mine
A real day to be remembered, but I am glad now to lay on the sofa and recuperate: who knows what she’ll want to do tomorrow?