Once again I was wide awake at 5am, and was ready to get my show on the road. We didn't actually get any shows on any roads until 9:30, when we went to have a little coffee on the veranda with Sibylle and her parents.
After a quick stop at the Coop Pronto for what might be my favorite combination of foods between two slices of pretzel bread(any guesses?), we boarded our train to the Berner Oberland. Many tunnels, two trains and 3 hours later, we arrive in Blitzingen.
An Alpen village of 75 people. The Marbachs live in roughly 300 year old house, the kind you might see on a typical postcard of Swiss mountain life. After a zip around the bustling streets (joke), we stopped in at a place called, Zum Guten Freunde where we enjoyed a mound of air dried (not smoked) meats, Wallis spezial käse, and Rivella (red, naturally).
For dinner, Rita prepared a quiche Lorraine that was out of this world, and strawberries with real full cream. Uh. May. Zing.
Here's what I love about Switzerland: food tastes good. All the time. Maybe food just tastes better when you're on vacation. Maybe it's just when you're on vacation in Europe. I can't say. I just know that cheese, milk, cream, all meats and even potato chips taste like a million bucks. Maybe I'm a fatty. Maybe I'm a foodie. Maybe both. It's worth it to gorge yourself to bloatation when you're in this country. Trust me.
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