I am now home. Or maybe not home. I am at my parents place, waiting to leave for Stockholm, pick up my keys and then come “home”.
I have a few things left to write, about my last days in Lucerne, my visit to Vienna, but after that, the trip itself is over. Kind of.
On Sunday, the day before leaving for Vienna, the Dodds family, James and me took the chairlift up to the top of the Pilatus mountain, the highest in the region. There was already snow up there for the kids to play in and the view is undescribable, my pictures are only bad copies of reality (as always).