to start off, i accidentally deleted about 200 photos from switzerland off my computer, including the ones i snapped on the famed glacier express from st. moritz to zermatt. $@*#. as a friend pointed out, i have major issues with failing to back up data that i need to resolve. you'll just have to trust me when i say that it was the most stunning train ride ever, filled with the best train food ever. (okay that doesn't really say much.... but it was truly incredible -- beyond postcard beautiful, with alpine waterfalls, castles on cliffs, frozen streams, and chalet-studded valleys. i miss those photos).
life got even better last thursday, when i got all four wisdom teeth taken out (two of which were impacted and had to be drilled to smithereens before extraction, thankyouverymuch) and spent the following 72 hours filling my stomach with a potent cocktail of painkillers, sorbet, and mashed bananas. i've since graduated to soup and mushed-up fish.
clearly, i have no recent food photos to share. my friend has a photo of me with an ice pack wrapped around my head, but i am not posting that either for reasons you can imagine.
if this experience has taught me anything, it's that i will never take chewing for granted again. chocolate -- even the swiss kind -- isn't as delicious when i need to chip off minuscule fragments with my incisors and swallow them whole. pasta -- one of the few things i can eat -- isn't as satisfying without the mouthfeel. i've begun to daydream about goldfish crackers and pine for the crunch of crudités.
until i can have them again, i'll just carefully disinfect my gums and swallow bowls of applesauce, and drool over these pictures from a casual dinner at chez max julen in zermatt.
like many other restaurants in the town, it was decorated in what i dubbed the "alpine adorable" style.
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| a very multilingual menu. |
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| fell further in love with gluhwein during this trip |
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| pumpkin cream soup. deceptively filling. |
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| i loved the red heidi dress. kinda want it for halloween. |
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| schnitzel... aka really unphotogenic fare. |
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| fish that wasn't so interesting after i filled up on mulled wine, bread, and soup |
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| someone else's dinner sizzling away in the fire |
then we took a walk, pausing by the gurgling stream, then the cemetery with its snow-covered pillows, and saw the faint outline of the matterhorn against the midnight sky, until the chill was too much to bear.
the snowcats were like glowing eyes on the mountain, thousands of meters above us, blending into the stars, rousing just as the rest of us retired. i fell asleep happy, just knowing that such enchanting places in the world exist.
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