On our way home from mountain-gaping in the Valais, we drove through the Goms. The Goms is neither a toothless old lady nor a paramilitary police force from the future, but a hilly region of the upper Rhone valley east of Brig – basically a string of tiny villages gathered along a ridge. (The Walsers, for which the canton Valais (Wallis in German) is named, settled in these high mountainous areas when the Romansch down below weren't looking and started to farm and raise cows.)
We paused in Münster in honor of our Munster (IN) buddies. We immediately loved this sweet little gathering of wooden houses and churches. Like the wood itself, it seemed settled in, undisturbed, contented with age.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Münster (CH)
Labels: Excursions
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Meet this year's Mr. Switzerland (not to be confused with Swiss Mr.), a friendly, fun, and perky carpenter from Glarus:
Labels: Events
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Canzone per mio marito
Parigi è una bella città
dove si beve e l'amore si fa.
Hai incontrato mio marito? [Si!]
Di che colore era vestito? [Rosso!]
Rosso è un bel colore,
vuoi uscire per favore?
Labels: Heard
Monday, May 4, 2009
Embassy sweetness
After having spent so much time in the embassy district in Bern lately, I find Lugano to be somewhat lame by comparison. Where are the security cameras and the machine guns and my police escort? I kind of miss the suspicious stares and the pat downs. And that taco stand. I miss the taco stand. All we've got in Lugano is racial profiling and graffiti. And, if I must be fair, an overpriced Mexican cantina.
I'm not sure why no one has decided to gather up all these little consular offices into one big old building. I, for one, though the ambassador who has to answer his doorbell twenty times a day to tell confused tourists that the consular office is around the block would likely disagree, am glad the have not done this. Probably Vatican City is also happy - no need to admit they require a cubicle rather than a golden mansion to run their consular services branch. Anyway, it is nice that a few things in this world have remained quaint, if only for the sad, pragmatic reason that it makes bombing more difficult. (Not sure, but I don't think diplomatic missions actually have extraterritoriality.) Who doesn't love flag-identification, house-gawking, and potentially famous people? I am so glad I got to walk two hours to the Belarussian embassy.
The black Mercedes seems to be the vehicle of choice for most diplomats. Except, of course, for the Italians.
Labels: Excursions
Friday, May 1, 2009
Bio-Dinkelpops
Since Seidl Confiserie did such a nice job with the banana leaves and everything, I won't even bother with my own shot.