I’ll combine two outings into this entry. I think everyone will survive.
I made a little map of the relation of our apartment near Lausanne, my school EPFL, Evian-les-bains, and Château de Chillon, so that you can keep it all straight…
That white line bisecting the lake divides France and Switzerland, so we crossed the boarder on a boat and landed in Evian. The town is super small and you can walk up a hill directly to the source of the Evian water. I guess it gets purified through thousands of years of dripping down through glaciers or something like that. Whatever helps them forget the fact that they are selling people water at a premium. We had henry and dogs weren’t allowed in the museum so we never went in.
Château de Chillon was better. Basically it is a giant castle sitting on a little rock that sticks out into the lake. Lord Byron famously visited it and wrote a poem. The poem was too boring to finish, but I’m no poetry connoisseur. The castle was not boring. It reminded me of exploring castles when I grew up in England as a kid and the whole setup is really well done.
This quote pretty much sums up our parents’ time in swissland:
“If someone tells me one more time that we will have to wait another hour if we miss the next train, I’m gonna kill them.”
me and my dad goofin: