(I've been terribly behind in blogging. These lovely events occurred a month ago)
After Zurich, Sarah and I took a train to Horgen on the west side of Lake Zurich.
Her gracious and hilarious Uncle Steve hosted us.
He entertained us lunch, coffee, and wild stories from his life on the mission field.
Oh, we are the most blessed travelers that ever were.
Woke up in a puddle of sunlight that was streaming through the open attic window
of Uncle Steve's three-hundred-year-old, cozy yellow house.
Wandered the hilltop forests with Sarah and flowers in our hair.
My Plantain leaf wrapped chocolate fought off all the attacking allergens.
A series of welcoming red benches overlooking Lake Zurich.
Stopped to read aloud in a shady spot in view of the green farmlands.
We were discovered by two adorable, hunched, old gentleman,
who chatted to us, approvingly, in an indistinguishable language and laughed
delightedly at our confusion, before wishing us a "happy day".
Lunch, wandering, and ending stories beneath shaded waterfalls.
Missed our bus.
Took the wrong train.
Found the right train.
Went to Bern.
From Bern we travelled to Lausanne.
Sarah rocked out. To her own song.
We wrote in our journal and ate our lunch.
We ferried across Lake Geneva and spent exactly 18.3 minutes there.
We know how to have a good time.