Look at this pot of cheese. Look at this fashionable cow. Look at those lush green mountains. Guys, Switzerland is fake. It's a fake fantastical milkmaid's dream. It is too beautiful to be true, except it is and you can go there. And then you will eat bricks of chocolate and buckets of cheese while you pet cows and you won't want to go home but then you'll be broke so you'll need to. Only to plan your return.
My dad visited recently and while planning our trip, suggested we go to Switzerland. And okay, let me preface this by saying I'm not a spoiled brat, but I was kind of relieved because my husband and I hadn't visited yet because we heard it was very expensive. But, a visit from the folks usually means a little help on the expenses here and there, so um, yeah dad, let's go to Switzerland. I was in.
And I'm so glad we did go. My father and I, accompanied by his girlfriend, had a beautiful trip full of indulgent food, breathtaking views and cool, refreshing mountain air. We were so impressed by the efficiency of the Swiss, with their clean roads (they were literally scrubbing moss off rocks while we were there) and seamless public transportation, that it was a marvel almost as impressive as those gorgeous Alps.