We took our kids from Toronto, Canada to Switzerland on vacation. This is our adventure.
This is a multi-part series. Scroll down to the end of this post for a list of the previous stories in chronological order.
Part 1 of this story is here.
We found the cable car. 🙄
I wrote a whole thing about anxiety in the cable car if you’re interested in reading about it. (Click here.) The comments are fun, check them out too. 🙂
We were the only ones there in the humid, summery heat. The woman at the counter spoke English, and asked if we had water.
We did. I also knew from the previous trip that there are water fountains along the trail. Old, stone-built fountains probably for the cattle that spend the warmer seasons on the alpine pastures.
We boarded the cable car and everything was fine. I snapped a bunch of pictures and marveled that people actually live up here. Tiny little hamlets were scattered all around the mountain side.
There are one or two stops along the way but our plan was to go to the top and then hike down to the middle. From there they wanted to hike toward a suspension bridge, go on it, and then return to the cable car and take it back down to the bottom.
We arrived at the top and the little restaurant we expected to be there was still there, although much nicer. Remodelled. The hole in the floor restroom has converted into a proper toilet in a stall, and there was a terasse, and a few steps further away, an open air theatre.
Plus of course there was a fountain with lovely cold water.
The restaurant however was closed. The kids immediately started to complain about impending starvation.
We hung around a bit while my partner consulted a map, when a man came out of the restaurant. He and I spoke a little bit about where we’re from when he suddenly offered to serve us some drinks.
I said “chiuso oggi?” which means closed today.
He shrugged his shoulders while he smiled and told us not to take pictures, but he’s happy to give us some drinks.
We were pleasantly surprised, especially after the female bus driver purposely overcharged us the bus fare.
“I speak Italian or Spanish,” the kind man told me.
“The kids speak French,” I responded but he didn’t know that language.
Then he brought us a large slice of pie with four forks. ❤
At least the kids got some food into them. 🙂
With that, we made our way up (sigh) toward a destination promising a lovely view of Bellinzona below.
It was…not strenuous, but there was some complaining initially. 🙄
Interestingly enough, it was our always tired teen boy who led the way. 😂
The girl child in the meantime found walking sticks for everyone which was incredibly helpful.
The top of the mountain had the promised view and it looked like some people were camping up there.
To be continued…
- Vacation memories: travel day – part 1
- Vacation memories: travel day – part 2
- Vacation memories: from flight attendant to passenger 20 years later
- Vacation memories: arrival in Zurich
- Vacation memories: exhaustion and a trip down memory lane – part 1
- Vacation memories: exhaustion and a trip down memory lane part 2
- Vacation memories: exhaustion and a trip down memory lane part 3
8.1 Vacation memories: after arrival in the village
9. Vacation side note: writing surrounded by beauty
10. Vacation memories: Bellinzona – part 1
11. Vacation memories: Bellinzona – part 2
12. Vacation memories: river
13. Vacation memories: hiking in the Alps – part 1