Hello cows my old friends...

The next morning we woke up and my MIL asked me what I wanted for breakfast. Really?! My.Wife.Does.Not.Do.That  Sheepishly I said... eggs. See, I love eggs. And I had gone too long without them. Soon eggs were in front of me with fresh baked bread she'd gone out to pick up earlier from the local bakery. The eggs had been picked by her from the chicken pen a day ago. Wow!! Everything was delicious. I think I can move here.

The town where my MIL lives in the summer is a rural little town in the northeastern region of Switzerland. I remember over 20 years ago, before I married my wife I came here to visit my future in-laws. They sent me down to get bread from the local bakery, literally 12 doors down. By the time I got there, the shop owners already know I was Susan's boyfriend. Walked by school on the way back, the children were at recess and they pointed at me and giggled, because they'd never seen one like me before. And even after these years, the town was still the same. The bakery closed down, but there was still only 1 street through the town. And of course no street light. Oh.. and the aroma never changed.

After breakfast we went out to revisit some of the old familiar sites that we have not been to in 6 years, since the last time we came to lay Susan's dad to rest on a beautiful piece of land, where he had been raised, next to his favorite bee house. Rural Switzerland in the summer is green, with lots of cows wandering the pasture. Definitely cool, punctuated by periodical rains, compared to the hot Tuscany countryside we'd just left.

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Hi friends

We drove from one rural town to another, from Hinterland to Toggenburg. We went on a short hike at the base of the Santis mountain. Then we went to have lunch at Rechberg. I am always baffled and amazed by how the Swiss people can know of little gem of restaurants, tucked way high on a mountain, surrounded by nothing but trails. You would drive up a one lane road, up a 30+ degrees grade, for 20 minutes, twists and turns, and then suddenly you would run into a beautiful traditional Swiss building on a parking lot, that serves terrific food.

We had lunch at Wirtschaft zurn Rechberg. I had the daily special Rahm Schnitzel. It was so good.

After lunch we went back home to meet up with Susan's brother and his family, who had also been traveling. They had spent 3 weeks in Switzerland and were meeting us here for a few days before flying back to Larkspur.

We went to Susan's aunt's house for a family dinner. I had been looking forward to seeing her uncle. In fact, seeing him again for perhaps the last time was one of my strongest motivations of this trip. He had obviously gotten a lot older. More reserved, quiet. It was so good to see him and her aunt, but man.... time sucks.