|Harvest time in Jona, Switzerland|
Oh, what a lucky one I am.
This fall I had the opportunity to travel to continental Europe for the first time. I visited relatives in Switzerland and a friend in Italy, spending two weeks in either country.
One of the things I like most about doing things I've never done before is that they are never in reality as I could have imagined in fantasy. The plethora of bicycles in Switzerland, the number of Vespas in Italy; the quiet voices of the Swiss and their blissfully music-free restaurants; the welcome given to dogs in Trieste--in buses, in restaurants, all over the place. But I won't try to say anything definitive about either place, or dredge up any brilliant insights to sprinkle through this post. Instead I will let a few photos speak for the places visited, and leave it at that.
Neuchâtel (and the Laténium)
Grazie, Danke schön, good night!