Back from a lovely holiday in France and a short stay in Switzerland.
We came across rusty brocante stuff,
we saw churches and
lots of dear friends and some small medieval towns with
The view from our house: never a dull moment!
Going back to Switzerland - was one of my wishes for a long time!
As my ancestors were 'Matters' that lived near the Matterhorn in the Mattervalley I wanted to see the swiss Giant myself.
After driving for seven hours, spending bags full of swiss franks for taxes, trains and open lifts (or 'gondels' like we call them - which were VERY 007 according to my sons), all my family-mountain was willing to show us upthere was the tiny top of his head. The rest he kept covered in clouds!
But we played in the snow, near the gletscher next to the snowboarders and we had a great uplanned hike back to Zermatt. And then - I must admit - after 2 very large swiss beers, we looked up in the direction of the mountain and yes... there it was, allmost without clouds: My Matterhorn!