Filed under: Switzerland
A few years ago I travelled to the Jura Mountains with my family. We lived in a little village very high on the mountains and we had rented a traditional chalet for two weeks (only two weeks because the real reason for our trip was to visit our cousins in Switzerland).
A view from the mountains. We had a long, long stroll…
The village was very high on the mountains and the travel was so thrilling for a acrophobic person like me with its bidirectional thin routs. But when we got there I fell in love with the place! There was lots of fields and forests and the little villages dot the view here and there. The air was really fresh, of course because we were so high and the climate was ok for me: Not too hot but not really cold either. A bit like in Finland. But without mosquitos. The village was really cute and small and it was built in an old fashioned style. There lived only about hundred people and there weren’t any shops unless little kiosks ” Tabac ” where you bought your magazine or something little and bread shops. The village even smelled like fresh bread, when you walked around. Only thing that I didn’t like was cows. Everywhere you looked you saw a cow. Or two. Or a whole herd. You heard them all the time, because all of them had a huge bell hanging on their necks and making a very loud noise. I hated it so much it still makes my head ache when I think about it.
The chalet where we lived was just too cute inside. There were cute little windows with beautiful curtains, pastel colored decor and very old furnitures which whined when you used them. My little brother liked to squeal the closets and he made us crazy with that voice. :’D It was a little scary too.
Food, well, it was regular. Apart from deserts, pies and pastries, these Swisses really know how to make sweet and tasty food. Lots of chocolate, berries, fruits, honey and jam was eaten in these two weeks and I like everything sweet so I was in heaven. But once we almost bought snails, cause my parents wanted to taste it. I can’t describe the fright. It was like in a horror film when you just wait the ending: do you have to eat snails for dinner or does the hero come to save you before it’s too late.
The hero came. Luckily.
