I’ll Get Right to the Point

The hardest thing about traveling overseas is knowing when to stop, when to take a breath and really experience where you are before moving on to the next big thing you might never see again. There’s no question we had the freedom to do that often at the base of Mount Eiger over multiple dinners at the chalet we were renting, but on our fourth day in Grindelwald, we took a gondola up to an obscure little town called Mannlichen. And for the first time, we saw the true grandeur of the Swiss Alps. The plan we had that day was to drift down another steep gondola to Wengen, a town with no major roads, and then catch a train home out of Latterbrunnen, but we might just as well have packed a lunch and stayed right in Mannlichen, had we known just how gorgeous this point would be in our journey through Switzerland.