Switzerland - Can we move here, please?

On our way back to Germany, we broke up the trip again and stopped in Interlaken, Switzerland. The drive through the Alps was absolutely breathtaking. It made us both really miss the mountains of Colorado and also get us excited for the Alps trip we are taking the first week of August.

I had been to Interlaken back in 1993 so wanted Jim to see it. However, I somehow remembered it differently. I was surprised to see how touristy it was. I think we both would have preferred to stay in a smaller mountain town.

Interlaken, Switzerland is located in the German speaking part of Switzerland so is cursed with the same restaurant issues Germany. We had a sub-par dinner at a place that was supposed to be a French bistro and unfortunately found a great Indian place on our walk back to Sunny Dave’s (our B&B).

The next morning at breakfast we got some sightseeing advice from Dave who was from England. We’ve started to see a theme here with the English run B&Bs around Europe. Apparently, everyone in the UK can’t wait to get somewhere with better weather and open up a B&B.

We decided to go up the Jungfrau Mountains to Stechelberg to take gondola up to the Schlithorn which apparently had one of the best views of the Swiss Alps. Unfortunately, we discovered that it would cost 90 euro each to get up there so we decided to just take the cable car up to Gimmelwald and then hike up to Murren.

Even though we didn’t go all the way to the top of the Jungfrau Mountains the views were still spectacular and hiking passed bell laden cows and wild flower filled mountain pastures was a great way to spend the morning.

The drive home was quite long. As soon as we hit Germany there was bad traffic. I’m not sure if it is that Germans are always working on their roads or that they are always leaving the country to travel but the traffic is terrible every Sunday during the summer.

Although it was nice to sleep in my own bed, waking to a slate gray and rainy German sky the next morning was definitely depressing. I couldn’t help but think, when are we going away again?