I wasn’t ready to leave the Bernese Oberland when I did. So when a couchsurfing host invited me to come to gorgeous, lakeside Thun at the end of my trip, I replied with a resounding YES. And, just like when I first arrived in the Bernese Oberland the week before, the first thing I did was start walking.
This time, up and up and up toward Schilthorn until we found a mossy, green hill surrounded by mountains at a height somewhere around 2,500 meters. There, we pitched a small tent, climbed to a higher point for a dinner of tasty, homemade potato curry, and watched in awe as the landscape around us shifted and changed.
I wish you could have been there with me: watching as the fog rolled in from all sides, curling in tendrils like fingertips, reaching out for us. Like something out of Lord of the Rings. Or Hunger Games. Or whatever other wonderful fantasy book tickles your fancy.
And then there was the sunset. The pinks and blues and yellows in the sky over the ridge. The gradual fading of green to dark all around us.
And then a thunderstorm started in the distance, lightning flashing from cloud to cloud over the mountains. The wind picked up, throwing my hair behind and around me in strands. The clouds rolled. The smell of rain was in the air.
Words can’t do it justice, really.
We just stood there, me and my new friend, watching everything change from minute to minute, in awe of the grandeur, the power, the mystery of it all.
And then my new, handsome friend slipped his arm around my shoulders.
In the distance, lightning flung itself between clouds. The fog retreated and then returned, like waves in the ocean. I stood on my tip-toes for the kiss.
So began my third stay in the Bernese Oberland. And my first romance in a very long time.
So when you imagine me in Switzerland, imagine me with a lightning storm behind me, fog rolling toward me from the east and west, and the lingering traces of an orange sunset in the skies above me. Imagine me with my hair wildly blowing and my heart racing. And then imagine a windswept kiss with a tall, strong, handsome, likable Swiss man.
In other words, imagine me happy, free, full of life.
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