H3: The Alps!
so, as I mentioned in my last post, our train was a bit late, so we wound up in the Alps a bit later than expected. Our place was in a ski resort, high on the mountain from the town, so we rolled in via train around midnight, and, after taking a wrong turn on the train platform, wound up chasing the last visible car out of the deserted train station, to flag down a taxi to take us up the mountain to the skiway. The driver was hysterical...this old man, with no english skills, kept showing us pics on his iPhone while he navigated hairpin turns one handed, after we had attempted friendly halting convo in french. we arrived to a place that was shutdown for the night (it was a timeshare, not a hotel), and the listed emergency contact #s only led to a recorded message in french. fortunately, a lobby in one of the buildings was open, and we snuck in and slept for a few hours on one of the bathroom floors. (Not the most glorious moment of our honeymoon, certainly). Beforehand, we also spent a few hours at "Barking Mad Pub", a pub owned by two british expats, both of whom wound up chatting with us during the offseason lull.
the next morning, we checked in, and this is what the place looked like...9 floors, built on the hill....felt like an Ewok habitation...
kingfox, all snuggled up in bed to snooze for a bit after the (rather miserable) night before
local wine, the daily baguette, and some fresh meringues from the local bakery on the mountain
After checkin and a nap, (and cleaning up a bit), we went for a hike on the mountainside. The resort was an Alpine skiway, and, in the offseason, offered lots of hiking and biking. You could take a chairlift up, and walk down with spectacular vistas, so we did that a lot.
The Hills Are Alive, With the Sound of...
Metal.
don't rock the gondola, baby...
whee chairlift!
i wish you could smell the air, touch and taste the water there...so fresh
"what do french cows say?" "le moo."
