When every muscle in your body hurts and you were the last one out of the snowy hills, no one around for acres, only you and the jagged ridges, then you know you had a good day skiing... or so says Matt. We have been in Zermatt for the past four days and today took the cake. The sun was shining, the Matterhorn towered above powder fresh snow, and the pasta was delicious just over the border in Cervinia, Italy. Our faces still burn with the sting of cold wind from the tip-top of Mt. Crumpit. We weren't the first ones up the mountain, but we were definitely the last ones off and now we can feel the tug of bed and the aching reminder in our joints of a day well spent. Here are a few pictures...
Achtung, baby. Teri approaching Italian/Swiss Boarder.
Teri schussing down the piste.
Biblical references and symbols are found throughout the area.
All smiles before the epic day began...
Beyond the misty mountain
Lunch in big Italy
Inside the slope side "Chalet Etoile".
Vino Rosso and rigatone gargonzola i spinach.
Really just hashbrowns, but the umlaut over the "o" makes all the difference.
Here are some more pictures from our trip. We visited some friends that we met in India and who live in Thun. We had a wonderful weekend with all five of them. We even learned how to count in German thanks to some hard fought games of Uno. Thanks again Herzogs!
Lake Thun
Teri, Matt, Mariza and Marcel
Tea Time
Haselnusslebkuche
We also visited Bern, the Swiss capital.
The quiet zone on the Swiss train. Note that headphones are also verboten.
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