wengen

Before getting stuck in school for nearly three years, we decided to go big or go home. (Since going home isn't really an option, we went for a big vacation.) It was semi-spur-of-the-moment. Somewhat spontaneous. Slightly stress-inducing. But a whole lotta fun and I'd do it again in a wee heartbeat.

First stop: Wengen, Switzerland (after a touch-down in Paris where I was aching to leave the airport). Here, we hiked, rode trains that crawled through glaciers, ate bratwurst atop mountains, slipped through ice castles, huddled in sweatshirts and spent more money than I would have liked. And then we just gazed at the scenery. And gazed some more. Swiss Alps, I love you and your cattle. You were even prettier than I remembered.

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