I have lived
in several countries and cities by now and I have moved a lot. I learned soon
that in order to feel welcome in a new country, you have to learn the language
of the country you want to become your new home. Another way to get to know
your new homeland is to be open to the new food and new cooking methods. Well,
you have to be open.
When we moved
to the Swiss mountains some five years ago, I encountered a whole new way of
living. I was surrounded by forests, lakes, wild streams, hills, mountains and
juicy meadows. I was hiking before, but it was never something I would do more
than twice a year. Suddenly, going high to the mountain tops was becoming a
necessity. I would wake up early, hike all day and be at home in the evening.
Well, soon I noticed that the most beautiful moments in the mountains are late
afternoons and evenings. The time when the hikers are gone and the animals come
out of their hide-out. There is a different kind of silence up there.
When my dear
friend from Berne came to visit I was so thrilled that she agreed for a small
adventure. We decided to spend the night 2300 m high under the open sky in a
sleeping bag. It was magic. Apart from eagles and steenboks we had the
mountains all for ourselves. We had a cheese fondue by the lake for the dinner
– the best one of my whole life. I woke up in the middle of the night to see
the most beautiful sky full of stars.
We have only
spent one night outdoor, but it felt as if we were on a holiday for a week.
Here are a few impressions if you’d like to see. Also, here you can check the
same day tour a year ago.
Can you see a
face in the middle of the lake?
