So after seeing the Eiffel Tower in all its sparkling glory we returned exhausted to our hotel rooms, slept soundlessly for a few hours and the next morning we were on the road again to Switzerland. The drive was breathtaking as usual, the mountains and the beautiful fields, the horses and cows grazing away blissfully... it seems like an entire different lifetime, writing about it now, fifteen months after the trip. But I want to leave a record here, to look back years from now. So anyway, drove throughout the day and finally reached Giswil in Switzerland. Mass was held in a small room in the basement of The Grand Swiss Hotel, after which we ate some good Indian food. Half the people in the group stayed at this hotel, the other half had to drive further up the mountains to reach their quaint little cabins at Hotel Twing. Me and my friends were in the latter half, and this drive up the mountains was exhilarating, the snow capped mountain peaks gleamed and glinted as we wound our way ...