Traveling from Paris to Switzerland is like jumping off a packed, fast-paced train full of loud music and loud people, onto a quiet motor boat sailing smoothly on pristine blue waters.
Switzerland is beautiful. There is no need to over analyze what the country is. Every new sight from the sky scraping mountains, to the clear waters of the rivers are a postcards waiting to be snapped. Even the cities that are riddled with life form somehow manage to maintain a certain aspect of perfect; the streets are spotless and the shops are endless.
People walk with a certain confidence; most have cigarettes in there mouths, but an agenda on their minds. A punctual, ready for action society is what the Swiss population consists of, and you immediately receive that notion from the moment they greet you in the stern 'Hallo' of the German language.
Aside from the breathtaking sceneries, and the ready for action culture, the food was the distinguishing factor that separated this experience from any other I have ever had in a foreign place. They love their meat. And their cheese. And their sausages. Oh and lets not forget the bread; a lot of bread.
Protein in also Important to the Swiss
Fish was my go-to protein source. The Swiss love their grilled trout; and I am not one to complain about that.
I present thee with the Swiss Sausage. Enough has been said.
Sweet Time of Course: Swiss sweets are not ones to be forgotten:
Gelato Obsessed in every city I go.
And then, there was more; Enjoy:
Falafel Time
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