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.
It's Tim's birthday today so Arthur gets up very early and goes to the Metzgerei and to the Konditerei and picks up sliced ham and freshly baked baguette. Later we both go out to purchase some cheese (Ementhaler). I forgot to mention that he also got a Haslikuchen, which is a local specialty, a torte filled with hazelnuts and spices; very good. We also pick up condiments.
The antique faire is still going on so we find a book for Anna (Rainer Maria Rilke's Testament, in a facsimile edition of his autograph copy), and another book, Klostern und Kirchen in der Schweiz, which I will enjoy. We search for and find an antique beer stein for Tim. It looks like the pottery that comes from Soufflenheim in France, a wonderful little town that we visited last summer.
We come home made make sandwiches for the picnic, and then meet at the appointed parking lot. The site of the picnic is beyond Innertkirchen at Engstlensee up toward Sustenpass. It's quite abeautiful with flowers, water, cows, and the lovely bells. Everyone has a good time. We are there for a good three hours, visiting, challenging Andy, Zach, Sawyer, Christina, and Alexandra to run up the hill across the lake from us. What looks doable from, our view, turns out to be utterly daunting; but they make an attempt. Finally we pack up our things, tread lightly over the cow pies, and make our way home.
Art and Marji come by to talk about our trip proposed for the following morning. We want to go with them to Ballenberg, and vast (160 acres) park of examples of rural architecture in Switzerland. We sit and chat for a bit and talk about Germany and Switzerland.
The remainder of the day is filled with the on-going leftover veal stew, a walk down to the church and it's archaeological digs, which Arthur has yet to see, and a quick walk about town and then home. At the digs the young man who sold us the book on cloisters is viewing the ruins as well.
We read, write, and then off to sleep.
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