Freiburg has been completely devoid of snow this winter. Actually, we went directly from fall to spring, with a short (63oF) stop at Christmas. Now, I know this falls on deaf ears as some of my readership continues to dig themselves out from under record-shattering snow accumulation and the worst bout of Seasonal Affective Disorder known to man.
Some of us grew up with this kind of weather every winter and don’t mind a reprieve from all things white, frozen, or involving the words “lake effect”. However, some of us grew up on the beach and actually think snow is beautiful, exciting…and dare I say…fun. Joe is obviously the latter and as spring inched closer he became determined to experience an idyllic European winter just one last time.
Enter Switzerland. We visited Bern, Geneva, and Lucerne, but our home-base of Gstaad is where Joe found his little piece of snow-covered heaven. It snowed every single night, and into the late mornings, making visibility just [gag] dreamy!
Why is this so appealing to a beach-baby?
Despite snow tires, how many times does a Floridian have to skid out to learn that operating a motor vehicle in snow is not fun?!
Why are all the tracks going the other way?!
I know…I’m being a little rough on the California-born, Hawaii-raised, Florida resident. To be fair, he did throw the chains in the trunk before we left. My days of educating him in the ways of the Chicagoans may be coming to a rapid close.
In the mountains of Gstaad.
Don’t tell anyone, but I enjoyed the Swiss snow as well, despite protesting the idea of packing winter boots after March 21st!