It’s the ski season now, meaning early wake up calls even in the weekends, when the first or at least the second train up is a must. For two weekends we had the perfect winter, with powder runs and postcard landscapes. After this the snowing ended and we’ve continued with the sunniest December of my experience. With Föhn winds and sunny, but cold, days. One day you may hike and have the routes almost only for you, and the sunny terrasses on the southern faces too. And then the next day you may ski, take some artificial snow turns (quite an impressive system they have here, btw) and then stop by for a hot chocolate (or nap) at the start bar terrasse (start for the Lauberhorn downhill) or just next to it. And if the timing is right, you may see others go flying.
Then you take the train back town. At the house, heating doesn’t work and it’s many times bit too noisy and smoky for my Finnish taste. And in the end of the month it’s almost impossible to make the ends meet, no matter how cost effectively I try to live. And almost every moment, I miss someone, hoping they (you) would be here too. But still I have to say; I love my life. What else I could say, when surrounded with this beauty and hospitality. If I wouldn’t, that would be just ungrateful. I’ve lived now exactly six months here and I hope life gives me many many more. And well, apartment with working radiator. Or fireplace. Or sauna. *Santa, do you hear me?
* Did you know that today is the 99th Independence Day of Finland? Well, now you do.
Happy birthday, dear homeland. You aren’t my home anymore, but I’m so thankful for so many thinks you’ve given me, starting from independence and freedom.
Without you I wouldn’t be here.
Where: Grindelwald, Switzerland