“Oh, dear.” After traveling half the day, and lugging our bags up the hills of Montmartre, those were the first words Ruth softly spoke as we stepped into our new home for the next three nights. Erika and I immediately set about to doing what we do: checking out the bedrooms, finding the washing machine, exploring the kitchen. But Ruth was quite clearly stricken. “It’s just so… old, and… run down,” she clarified. Truth is, I don’t think Erika or…
“I want to go there,” Erika said, pointing at a picture on her friend Celia’s Instagram feed. It was of a beautiful Alpine landscape, in Chamonix, France. And as simple as that, thus began the transformation of our Switzerland trip from a brief visit of Geneva and Zurich, into a two-week tour of the Alps along with those two cities. So much for getting out of Switzerland as cheaply as possible. I’m glad that transformation happened. Because, though it wasn’t…
