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When we stopped here it was misty and damp. Yet the history of the city was clear to the eye. I felt as though I had been there before and that I would be there again. |
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When we stopped here it was misty and damp. Yet the history of the city was clear to the eye. I felt as though I had been there before and that I would be there again. |
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This was the scene on the street below the window where we stayed one night. We were taking a river cruise the next day. It reminds me of bread and milk. For breakfast each day there was fabulous fresh breads of all kinds. I would always drink the strong European coffee but she would order 'milk'. It always came to her 'HOT'. In Switzerland you had to special order 'COLD' milk. |
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One stop on this trip was a train station at the foot of a glacier. On the station platform was another outdoor restaurant. There we had the best sausage, potatoes and beer I have ever put into my mouth. I might have been hungry or it might have been because we were 10,000 feet high and sitting in the sunshine. Oh yea, going to the top of the glacier was fun too. |
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Of all the little towns that I have visited, one small Swiss village was like no other. Murren sits right
on the side of a mountain. The only ways to get there are mountain railway, cable car or by foot. Cars
and trucks are not allowed in the village. There are a few electric carts for heavy loads but getting around
is done on foot.
AND this is not just a few huts. A whole community lives and works in the village. There are a number of excellent hotels, night spots, shops, stores, hospital and some damn fine beer. The food was great, the villagers fantastic and the view from any window could not be described. |
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| Our hotel had no TV, no radio and no screen over the big window that opened over a mountain vista. There were no electric blankets but there were goose down covers. A beer in the evening was in the open air restaurant with laughter and music but no street traffic or air pollution. If I had been a little older and understood what was there, I would have stayed for the rest of the trip. |
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Yellowstone National Park was our first(?) national park and is visited more often than any other. But
how many of you have ever been there in the winter? The park is completely different and well worth a cold visit.
As a young, single, footloose guy, I decided one year to give my parents a different kind of Christmas present. Starting a couple of months early I worked with a gorgeous travel agent pulling together a snowmobile package for them. (By the way, the travel agent and I were good friends for a while.) My parents' present that year was a single small shoe box. It had only brochures, airline tickets and confirmed reservations. When it was opened I thought they were going to put me in an asylum. It turned out to be one of the happiest trips they ever had and one of the most satisfying gifts I have ever given. |