As I mentioned in Part II, Lucerne was a last minute decision. We should have stayed in Murren another day and then to our final destination, but Sean got bored and so we moved on.
This pretzel was advertised on the menu as being stuffed with cheese. I envisioned nacho cheese oozing out. I was disappointed, but still felt like I needed a picture with a pretzel.
The Lion Monument (Wikipedia will do better than me since we were not on a tour).
Are you in there Madeline? (I know, it’s not Paris.)
We stumbled upon The Nine Towers.
We were pretty homesick at this point. We’d been watching all videos and looking at all the pictures we had of Wes on our phones. So we had Mexican for dinner in Lucerne! I know! It was comforting, though! Mexican is a real staple at our house. (I think it was also the lack of nacho cheese at lunch.)
Then we hopped on a train to Zurich. Sean loves the trains in Switzerland. They run perfectly on time.
There are a million coiffeurs/salons/barber/hair studios in Switzerland. They are everywhere! And I can’t say that the Swiss have particularly good hair given all the coiffeurs. This one won best sign.
Dessert with a view.
A few people in Zurich started a group to give free walking tours. It was a great tour. These last two pictures are views from the remains of the first Roman settlement in Zurich. In Zurich, they like to use the sides of their buildings to tell stories like this important event happened here or this important person stayed here or this person died here.
Maybe we need a selfie stick? Ha. Sean would never let me use it.
Despite all the comments about being homesick, we had a really nice time. It was a great break from the norm and really nice to be just Sean and me. And it’s good I feel that way because the saddest part of it was Wes didn’t recognize me when I got home. Sean tried to warn me, but I wouldn’t listen. I was convinced he’d be delighted to see me. No. Blank stare, who is this lady? It was heartbreaking. I’d still do it again, and at least next time I’ll be ready for the non-excitement at my homecoming.