After a great stay in Berlin, it was off to Switzerland. When it came to Switzerland, I had read about Geneva, Bern, and Zurich, but I ended up booking a hotel in the small resort town of Interlaken. We took the CityNightLine from Berlin to Zurich, then with the helpful assistance of a Swiss train employee, we hopped on a quick train to Bern and then straight to Interlaken.
We walked from the train station in Interlaken to the Rugenpark B & B
. The Rugenpark B & B was by far the best placed we stayed at in Europe. Ursula, the owner was incredibly helpful and assisted us in navigatingour way to those oh-so-quintessential Alpen towns that were accessible by train from Interlaken.The room itself was nice, but I can’t say the same about the television channel selection. I didn’t realize that in Switzerland, they actually spoke Swiss-German on television instead of German. I couldn’t understand a word. The bathroom was shared, but that wasn’t an issue and all.
Our first day in Interlaken, we took the train up to Muerren which was one of those towns that are too adorable to describe. We arrived there in time to see a curling competition, and I helped myself to some vegetable soup at a local cafe. We returned in the evening to order some oddly delicious Chinese takeout and relaxed for the rest of the evening.
The next day we journeyed to the famous Jungfraujoch – the Top of Europe. On our way we passed through a number of gorgeous towns. It took nearly 4 hours to reach the Jungfraujoch observatory. At nearly 12,000 feet above sea level, the BF started getting a little altitude sickness while I was a bit short of breath myself.We first made our way to the Ice Palace and then to the observatory deck. I tried my hand at actually stepping outside to get a few shots of the scenery but it was so windy that I thought I was going to fly off the mountain and meet a tragic end. So naturally, I got the BF to suit up and do it for me!
After a few hours at the top of Jungfraujoch, we slowly made our way down back to Interlaken. In between trains, we took a look around all the different towns we had passed through on the way up. We had our longest stop in Wengen, a car-free winter wonderland. There we enjoyed a few slices of cake at a local restaurant before we set out back to Interlaken.We arrived back in Interlaken in the evening, and we stepped off the train we were greeted by freezing snow and decided to seek shelter at a restaurant on our way back to the hotel.
Staying true to my inability to choose food off of a menu, I ordered a random breaded pork dish (bleh), while the BF chose Ruesti. Ursula told us the day before that Ruesti was a traditional Swiss dish and it turned out to be quite delicious. Composed of meat, cheese, and eggs it was similar to an omelet but more savory than the average American one.
With a great dinner behind us we ran back to the Rugenpark B & B fighting the snow and laughing uncontrollably at our weather predicament all along the way.
Sadly, this was our last night in Switzerland and in the morning we were off to Lyon, France!