This is an unusual day. It’s almost 10 a.m. as I write this. We have to vacate the suite as the hotel is sending painters to do some work on the balcony and we still haven’t decided where we’re going today.
The choices are
- Take a 15-minute train ride to Neuchatel, hop on some free bikes and pedal along the lake shore to neighbouring villages, which we have been assured are absolutely charming.
- Take a 30-minute train ride to Bern, Switzerland’s capital city full of old sandstone buildings.
The first is attractive because it will give my old injuries a reprieve. We’re walking miles and miles these days and it has led to a double-achilles flare-up.
The second is attractive because you just can’t spend enough time in Bern. It’s a beautiful city. It also has an IKEA, but I have not told Dave yet that finding it is on my “hidden agenda,” should we go there.
Tomorrow, we hope to take the three-hour train trip to the Italian border to see the Matterhorn, if the weather clears. Otherwise, all we will see is fog. The forecast says sun, but today it is rainy and cold. Who can tell what the weather will be like tomorrow – or where we will be?
Here or there; this or that; east or west, we just don’t know where to go, but we better make up our minds. We have about 5 minutes to vacate our place.
Hey, have a scan over this story. The writing is not that much different from yours:
And you’re saying I should stop tinkering around and look for a media home for my blog?