This past weekend was a sort of Swiss history and culture pilgrimage for our family.
It has, also, been a kind of awakening for me.
I am starting to understand what it really means to be Swiss.
I am beginning to get what Switzerland is all about underneath the surface of chocolate and gold bars.
Yesterday, we spent the entire day on the train from our village in the Jura to Alfdorf, Switzerland.
Why did we want to go to Alfdorf considering the ungodly number of times we had to switch trains?
We wanted to see the city where William Tell is said to have shot the apple from his son’s head. As a girl, I loved this story.
Yesterday that story came a little closer to life.
For me, it was the equivalent of seeing the spot where George Washington was said to have cut down the cherry tree.
It was important for us to see this part of Switzerland that is truly at the heart of all that Switzerland came from and is today.
It is where the Old Swiss Confederacy began.
We made a long voyage by train to see Primitive Switzerland.
In this tearoom where Vilay and I had a coffee while the children had hot chocolate to warm us up after walking in the chilly rain. Vilay and I tried a plum tart that was just divine. I have got to find a recipe for it!
I am busy getting ready for my In-laws to come tomorrow. They will spend one night with us and then we will all return to Strasbourg, France together. We are planning to stay a couple weeks with my In-laws and I will try to post from Strasbourg as I can.