As we were eating, I thought back to when, in Milan, Lisa was at an Exchequer changing her American money to Euros. I happened to notice on the board that showed the change rates for different countries, that there was a Swiss exchange rate. A thought occurred to me. I looked up at the prices. They didn't have the E sign next to the dollar amount.
They gave us directions to our hostel and we then marched around the lake of Montreux for twenty minutes until we thought it was time to ask someone else.
We were supposed to check in at the hostel around 9pm and it was after 10pm. Lisa, Ethan, Derek, and I raced our way around Lake Montreux with all our luggage. It wasn't easy because Derek was also holding a bag with cooking utensils and other supplies we had bought. Traveling had been hard on the bag and it slowly disintegrated to the point where Derek was trying to pull his luggage with one hand and hold the remains of the bag with the other. Utensils and bowls kept falling out so we'd have to stop every few minutes and regather everything.
The absurdity of the situation finally hit us and we sat down on the sidewalk and laughed till our sides hurt.
After we laughed until we couldn't, since we were sitting down anyway, we prayed right on the sidewalk that we would be able to get into the hostel. We then calmed down, picked ourselves up (and our luggage and our cooking utensils) and continued to calmly walk around the lake, enjoying the cooler temperature and mesmerizing scenery.