Breakfast amid a crowded room; just amazing the contrast from Friday morning, when it was only Mary and me! This morning, we got down early enough to get a table but, if you recall blogs from the past, the egg boiler had already been mullered by twits having the water temperature too high and eggs had exploded and gone all over the place. I decided my boiled eggs were off the menu this morning and sure enough the contraption was taken away for cleaning as I downed my muesli.
It was packed (the restaurant not the egg bath) with a complete mixture of Italian families, German families, some big parties of ten or so in both groups. But wait, they could be Swiss! Because this crazy country has people speaking three different languages, (French, German, Italian) depending on how close to the other countries border you are AND a fourth, which is Romansh the south eastern tongue of the Canton of Grisons. Confused? Zach is learning German at school, but as he put it, “It is German, German and not Swiss German.” I think we’ll leave that there, eh?
Zach got on with his homework, while Safi sketched happy faces! Zach’s two favourite subjects are German and Maths; methinks that this grandfathers DNA, is not affecting this side of his brain. You can see, as we came down into Laura’s valley from bright sunshine, the mist engulfed her little village; see the bar opposite (so handy that) and the misty church behind!
We put Laura and Hannah’s bags in our car and the grandchildren were dropped off at the other grandparents and we all headed off for a quick sandwich before Laura and Hannah boarded the train. No tears today as we are all meeting up again when they (the grandchildren) come to our gaff on the 28th of December. And this will include Hannah and Dean; Christmas, as you know it Jim, will come just a tad late to Treen Towers.
So, what to do with the rest of the day? A drive up into the mountains and just gasp at the scenery, why not? It was clear, it was bright, it was just perfect.
So there we have it, folks. Dinner tonight in Gruyeres, who have started to charge you for parking, even though you are parking at the hotel. But luckily, when we got back tonight and ran the road block (oops!) of the one 👮♂️ policeman (so, sorry officer) he let us carry on, because I had the Hotel Gruyeres discount bracelet round my wrist, thus proving we were staying where I said we were. Phew!
That leaves me with two photos, I didn’t use. Where else would you expect to find Highland Cattle? I think he’s looking at me! 🤔 😆🤣
And a lovely group shot of Auntie Hannah and those smashing kids, taken by Mary.
It’s been a blast. A much too short a blast but a great joy. Tomorrow the Christmas market in Montreaux, that we have been to before, and then home. I’ll post those pictures and words tomorrow night.
Thank you for reading M & M 🎄🎄⛄️⛄️🇨🇭🇨🇭