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German speaking mountain town...

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Aug 4th 2022
Woke up early and went to the lab to take blood test for papa, stopped in a boulangerie on the way back.
Picked up this Portuguese baked sweet...
Another sweet... these were too creamy and sweet to eat in the morning. 
Went for the 12:15pm English mass, got home and made palak paneer. Spent the rest of the day reading.

Aug 5th 2022
Packed and left the house by 12pm; drove to this mountainous region 3 hours from Geneva
The drive and my sister's music... this song is nice. 
Reached this German speaking mountainous town and it's indescribable... and our rooms are so beautiful. 
Mom and dad slept here...
Nam and me slept in these bunk beds. 
My brother slept here, right opposite us... each bunk bed had its own corner light.
We then stepped out to explore this postcard like place...
The slight drizzle and the cold air felt invigorating...
 The Marian chapel sits beautifully nestled in greenery at the foot of the mountains. 
Warm lights glowing inside under Mother Mary...
The altar...
Walking in the rain was incredibly magical...
The quaint mountain chapel... (church 25, I'm counting the number of churches we visited on this trip)
Then me and Nam walked to the protestant church 
Nice window in the protestant church...
Gurgling stream...
The bibliothek...
Cute library...
Walked back to the room...
Taking a whole of pictures on the way...
The landscape...
My sister...
Me with the soulful clouds and the atmosphere brimming with aliveness...
Cute little hut...
We were having some serious Maria moments...  singing and twirling to the 'Hills are alive with the sound of music...'
Cute window display on the way...
My sister near a chalet...
The view from our window...
The chalet we stayed at...
 Reached the room, took a nice shower, got ready and went to have dinner nearby at
Le Vieux chalet, some pork meat... 
Dad had some falafel with salad...
I don't remember what this is...
Meringue dessert...
The food was good; I had the rosti, but they had charged us for hot water which was ridiculous, so wrote a scathing review on Google. This is where we had dinner... everything looks pretty at night too. We explored the place a little more the next day, stay tuned.  

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