In July we joined Big Art (Arthur's Father), and Marji (Arthur's wicked stepmother) for a delightful trip to Switzerland with all of their children, spouses, and grandchildren. We based ourselves in Meiringen, a delightful village south of Luzern. Over the next days and weeks I will share my journal, photographs, and other goodies from our trip.
We get up and have breakfast at the hotel, which is very nice, and then we check out. We decide to drive over to Ettlingen and then cross the Rhine and go down the French side. As we work our way down, I am amazed at all the trucks we see from eastern Europe. There is an enthusiasm here, that I don't experience in America any longer. Günter has suggested this French trip again, because there is less traffic on the French side. So we cross over at Rastatt (a bit complicated) and zip past Soufflenheim, Straßbourg, Colmar, etc.
At Aire Königsberg haut we stop for gas and lunch at an Autoroute stop. I have spaetzle mit schinken, and Arthur has an excellent roasted ham and ratatouille. Outside there is a series of gardens, complete with stork, showing the local produce and flora. I want to go to the shop to see what local specialties are on sale, but it is all mustard from Dijon, so I'm not particularly interested. There is one thing that captures my attention, as Arthur points out to me a huge counter in the midst of the store that is labeled Pâtisserie Industrielle, and stuffed with French "Twinkies", "Snowballs", and "Ding Dongs", or whatever they call them.
It's then a quick trip back via Basel (where we thought we might stop for a while, but decide not to), Luzern, and Brienz. There's a market of antiquities on the Meiringen Square and in front of the hotel, so we check it out a bit and then have an ice cream.
Once home its left over veal stew, reading and writing,