And off she went to the next waiting tickets to punch.
We disembarked at the next station. Lisa found the button on the wall of the little station house and pushed it. She then walked over to a bench and sat on it. She wore a contented, peaceful smile on her face as she enjoyed the beauty of the valley. I whiled away the time by pushing the button several times just in case the train hadn't been adequately alerted.
A group of teenage girls were milling about across the tracks a ways off. I noticed that their conversation escalated in volume and was punctuated by lots of wild giggling. It occurred to me that perhaps this was for my son's benefit.
|Lisa's and my dormitory|
|Looking outside the dorm window.|
|We chose not to take the tram after all because the weather was iffy. Instead we walked up the mountain to the next village, Murren.|
|If everyone decorated their houses like the Swiss, the world would be a more beautiful place.|
|Murren and Grimmelwald are nestled in-between three mountains: Eiger, Monch, and Jungfrau.|
|Cow: "May I help you?"|