The hills are alive in Switzerland
Switzerland. It’s enough to make you don a pinnie and sing, “the hills are alive with the sound of music”, as if you were Julie Andrews. The hills, or more accurately, the mountains, or more accurately again, the Swiss Alps are spectacular. After my boyfriend and I have been living in the Netherlands with not so much as a mound in sight, we were foaming at the mouth at those jagged peaks, not realising how much we missed them until we were among them. It was a taster of home but with a distinct Swiss flavour with an after-taste of Gruyere. We spent a weekend there, staying with a friend in Davos. She lived in a beautiful old farmhouse built in the 1600s located out of the touristy town and in the hills. Their lifestyle seemed idyllic as they were growing their own veges, brewing their own beer and in their backyard was a fire powered hot tub to lay about underneath the night’s sky. She, her boyfriend and flatmate were mountain people with everyone participating in various e