Swiss wonders 2015

There are countries you can always count on. Countries that never let you down. Countries that make you walk on cloud nine. Literally.

Switzerland is one of them.

Jagged, proud mountain peaks as cathedrals of humility where human beings realize their smallness and settle in the eternal peace of their essential selves. All else is a surrogate, a delusion. The climb, the muscles burning, nails screeching on stone, the thirst. That’s all that matters. The cutting winds, the cold.

And then an evening in front of the fireplace in a pretty chalet or the generous, balmy afternoons around Lake Geneva.

The beauty, the calmness of a steady pace, the cleanliness. Marmots squeaking and ibex prancing at 2500 m above sea level.

The post bus worming its way on narrow ribbons of asphalt facing the abyss, sounding its horn before a hairpin curve.

Rain and drizzle and searing sun in August.

Switzerland. Expensive with good reason and worth every “centime“.