On the road again! Or more specifically, on the train again. We packed up and headed for the train station, leaving Paris behind and Switzerland-bound. On our way to the train station, we encountered a grouchy Parisian for the first time on our trip. I used my rough French to order our subway tickets to take us to the train station and the lady behind the counter rattled something off in very fast French and was quite peeved when I just stared back at her blankly, not having the slightest idea what she had said. She eventually spoke to me in English, to my great relief, even though she did so with a grim look on her face. I certainly wouldn’t hold that against our time in Paris. No matter where you go, at home or abroad, you’re bound to run into a grouchy person here and there.
Eventually we once again found ourselves on the train and we settled in for the long day’s ride to Lauterbrunnen, Switzerland. We arrived around 4pm, hauled our backpacks down the only street in town and checked in at our hotel, Hotel Staubbach. Our room was lovely, with a balcony that looked out at a huge waterfall and the lush green countryside. We fell in love with Switzerland immediately.
Not only had we just arrived in what would be our favorite spot of the trip, but it also happened to be Chad’s birthday! We decided to celebrate with a dinner out at the most authentic Swiss restaurant in town, which happened to be at Hotel Oberland (this is a very tiny town with few options for hotels or food, but that just adds to its charm).
Before dinner, we booked ourselves tickets for the first train to Jungfrau, the highest point in Europe and just a short train ride away from Lauterbrunnen, for the following morning. Since we were told that it would be very cold up there with lots of snow and ice, and since Chad had left his new sweatshirt that I had given him for his birthday on the security scanning belt in London, we got him a new, warm sweatshirt with “Switzerland” on it at a shop in town. (Losing things was becoming a theme of the trip.)
At dinner, we sampled some traditional Swiss fare, including delicious fondue, rosti, wine, and of course, ice cream. At this point in the trip, Switzerland was definitely winning the ice cream contest. YUM!
After dinner, the small town quieted down and we headed up to our room, looking out our balcony window and the dark, peaceful town just before we went to sleep.