Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Alpine Adventure

This last May, I fulfilled a lifelong dream of visiting Switzerland. Ever since I was in high school, I have been fascinated with the small alpine country that is split into its four distinct (Swiss-German, Italian, French and Romansh) dialects, across its many cantons. Coming from a sun-chasing, beach-loving, flat country of Australia, Switzerland was its total opposite, and that intrigued me. As a lover of the great outdoors, I knew that I would love the breathtaking vistas of the Swiss countryside, but even I lost count of number of times my mouth was agape. For many years my wish of traveling there was kyboshed for many number of reasons; financial, career, health, the stars not aligning, etc. So it was doubly exciting to be able to go after I had built it up in my own mind. I almost thought that there was no way it could match my high expectations. I needn’t have worried.

I was treated to incredible weather that ranged from 77 degrees Fahrenheit (25 degrees Celsius) in the Italian speaking southern Lugano (I crossed the border a few times to Italy to visit Milan and to glide over Lake Como, to see for myself what George Clooney loves about the place. And for the record, I completely get it). And then I would ascend into the alpine towns of Zermatt and Wengen, where the temperatures would plummet to 7 degrees Fahrenheit (-14 degrees Celsius), complete with snowfall, and soul-warming (gut expanding) delights of cheese fondue and raclette, washed down with wine and finished off with swiss chocolate or apple strudel. Speaking of desserts, as one of my absolute favorite treats in the world is Tiramisu, I would seek it out and wolf it down. It surprised me that the best one I tasted was at the Armani Café in Milan. Yep, you can stay at the Armani hotel, eat at his café and shop in his stores, all within the same block. Armani even has its own bookstore. Who knew?

One of the most awe-inspiring sights was the Matterhorn – Switzerland ’s most famous mountain. I was fortunate enough to be in a hotel room with a direct view. I would continually step out just to keep looking at it, amazed that I was finally seeing it with my very own eyes. I took the train up to the Gornergrat (viewing station) at over 10, 000ft above sea level, and was lucky enough to enjoy clear views, not to mention fortunate enough to cuddle up to three St. Bernard dogs. As I traveled to Interlaken and Wengen, the impeccable train journeys were punctuated by countless waterfalls as the snow and glaciers would melt and pour themselves into the deep and lush valleys below.

As a writer of magical realism I cannot begin to tell you how inspired I was by this trip. It was the culmination of decades of planning and wishing – just like the journey to publication. Switzerland proved symbolic for many reasons, and now I feel excited about bringing other dreams I have to fruition. Persistence and passion does pay off, I can tell you.

Thanks for the memories, Switzerland. I’m looking forward to returning one day.  

Matterhorn pic that I took from the Gornergrat train
Lauterbrunnen Valley from the train station in Wengen

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