Of course the day we are leaving Braunwald, a car free village of about 350 year round residents lined by cow farms with a panoramic view of the Glarus alps, the sun is shining, then skies are blue, and the temperature is warm. Yesterday it rained, tomorrow it snows.
That’s right: Snow. Snow is predicted up in Muerren, the village where we are headed after visiting friends in Basel, and that means books to read and write, fondue, World Cup, and naps. Did I mention naps?
For our farewell dinner last night night I cooked kalbs schnitzel and fried potatoes, and Madeline made a delicious salad, strips of zucchini pan seared in olive oil and garlic, and sliced, raw fennel.