images courtesy of j and mom's digital cameras, text from my travel journal.
the lion of lucerne, tourists heads included to show perspective. mst3k perspective
europe, full of amore
...and chocolate. but i repeat myself
the people are a little unpredictable - some are nice, others are rude. although sadly, the same is true for our tour group. old people...bah. you've got to tell them everything thrice, they're always making obnoxious and useless announcements.
IT'S HOT IN HERE!
HEY LOOK - A COVERED BRIDGE!
i sleep a lot on our motorcoach. it works out because (a) it's rest and (b) it shuts out all the yammering. i still hold hands with mom, so i'm social enough.
there's a real
slimy single guy on our tour. he hits on the tour director marietta.
we have the coolest bus driver ever! guiseppe is italian, and drives
in such a manner that proves every stereotype true. the cursing, the
close calls, the fast down and dirty parallel parking.
i dig him.
OMFG! CHOCOLATE!
no! mom! we can't leave yet! but, but...aw nuts
it's no amsterdam but good to know some things never change
the view from the
lake
'blue balls festival' - you read that right. what is there to celebrate?
mom pondering her future home - just as soon as she wins the lotto
hans the fly
hotel pillows suck,
don't let that smile fool you
i found the internet! in europe!
my preeeeeciouuuusssss
my expression pretty much covers it
i pet a grey cat at dinner - there's 3 here: grey, black and orange.
we've had weinerschnitzel (fried breaded pork) and sausage with onions and hashbrown-like potatoes. my dessert tonight was mocha en flambe/en fuego. i had trouble blowing it out though...it looked like trick birthday candles. it was cappuchino ice cream.
my orange, motorcycle riding sweetheart
european cars are really small
the train to mount strasserhorn
tavi in technicolor - the station before riding up to stanserhorn
monday, labor day, september 6th. tour day five...i think.
mount stanserhorn!
we took a little red wooden rail car to our cable car. the trip up was
quick and only a little scary. my ears popped a lot, and we were packed
like a clown car. the view - mwah! magnifique!
we took lots of photos and hiked around in sweatshirts. then a weiner & pommes frites lunch with cappuchino chocolates. the shop had yodeling stuffed marmots, so i stole a pic when nobody was looking.
guiseppe found out i speak spanish and is super friendly now. he also told me how to count to five in italian: uno, due, tre, cuatro, cinque.
shockingly enough, mountains and trees
getting snuggly on the train car
dunno why, gives me the urge to wear leiderhosen and braids
just a few sticks of wood between mom and a 1200-foot somersault
you could really hock a loogey from up here (that shadow is the mountain)
what a disappointment
- heidi wasn't home
pant...pant...ma, wait up
do not whistle, please. it's the alert signal of the MARM0T
marmot: cross between a groundhog and a prarie dog, found high in the alps
making a break for it
the visitor center/restaurant at mt. strasserhorn
i'm queen of the wooooorld! nuts to you evil bob
well, somebody has to start the mountain in the morning
rarest variety: the elusive yodeling/accordion-playing marmot
a great deal of restraint was required to get this photo
no vacation is complete without one of these
achem...and yeah.
olé. yoodle-lay-hee-hoo
the gut-wrenching,
terror inspiring view from our sardine car
the little cable car that could
we stopped back in lucerne for one last hour of photos and shopping, but no luck on either the cd or comic buchs. i did buy earrings though, and we got swiss playing cards so we can play at night.
they pierce at claire's here, but didn't have time when i was there.
the famous covered bridge of lucerne, burnt in 1993 and then rebuilt
mom, looking postcard perfect
inside the bridge, triangular paintings rescued from the fire