Travelling was a big part of our vacation. We made a trip, every day, by train and maybe bus. So, we left the driving to the conductor.
We were surprised at the many wood piles along the way |
We saw many carriages, but no, we did not take a ride |
The trip involved two trains. There is usually between 4 and 10 minutes to change, and often a trip down the ramp and back up again to the next track.
We left train number one and had plenty of time to get to train number two, into 2nd class car, and slip into our seats. As Darrell was settling into his place he cried
" Where is my bag? Where is my bag?" His back pack with both of our passports, his wallet and much more were missing.
We exit the train rapidly, head toward the previous train track and are barely onto the deck and
there on the ground was Darrell's bag. Must have taken it off to check papers and then did
not get it back on again.
Relief. Relief in a big way.
Miracles happen, Thank you Lord
Entering Gruyeres
That tall dark and handsome shopper belongs to me |
Along with chocolate and cheese, they are known for their meringues |
Two of the cutest tourists |
There is almost no traffic in this city But, when the approved vehicles approach this little post drops into the ground. Then, when they have passed through, it goes back down Did you see it? |
Many bikers |
The view from the picture below |
Puff pastry with mushrooms and chicken |
Damon with his loved Raclette |
Museum...old castle
But, we will always remember
Miracles Happen
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