Katie, Heath, Greg and I are in Visalia, California (near Fresno) for our annual Thanksgiving visit with Greg's family. As usual, Mom and Dad have surpassed themselves in assembling our feast: we've gorged ourselves on turkey, ham, candied yams, pumpkin pie and other goodies. Pinnochle rules.
I'm going to take the post-feast snooze fest to catch up on my blogging.
In October, I convinced Greg to take a train to Interlaken so we could visit Ballenberg the next day. Interlaken is a beautiful little town between two lakes and is the jumping off point for the big three mountain peaks: Jungfrau, Eiger and Monch. Of course, we couldn't actually see any of these peaks as it was cold, foggy and raining while we were there. We stayed at a lovely little B and B outside town overlooking the lake. It was supposed to be a fifteen minute walk from town but I kept stopping to take photos so it was more like an hour. When we got there, we discovered that the B and B didn't serve dinner and the only place in town that did was already closed for the winter. No problem. We caught the bus back into town and had a lovely dinner at a Swiss restaurant recommended by our hostess. My cheese fondue was great!
The next day, we took a train and then bus to Ballenberg which is a big park filled with old buildings from all over Switzerland. We tromped around up and down hills.
Going home, we took a different train and the scenery was drop dead gorgeous - the kind you think of when you think of Switzerland.