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Teri was continually amazed by the flower boxes hanging
from virtually every window sill in Switzerland.
This was just a rest stop on the way up Lukmanier
Pass.
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As usual the view from the top of any pass, including
Lukmanier, is not done justice by the photograph.
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From the balcony of Fessi's home in Caslano you can
look across the lake to the villages on the other side, or simply relax
with a book and a bier.
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The view from the balcony was just one of the reasons
we spent so much time sitting there.
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The village of Morcote is across the lake from Caslano
and features boat parking so you can stop for food and refreshments.
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Morcote is of course another one of those villages
that predates even Christopher Columbus, with streets that were designed
for goat carts, not cars.
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Speaking of cars, Teri found her next convertible.
It's doubtful that our insurance company would cooperate too well on a
Maseratti concept car though.
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Georgio's soon became our favorite eatery.
As you can see behind Sylvia, wine is not something that Georgio will un
out of.
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Georgio was talked into a photo with the two American
tourists.
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If these two look relatively sober, it's because
Fessi's birthday party hadn't really gotten under way.
Rugal, Fessi's sister Betty's boyfriend on the right
and Stephan a friend of Fessi's. Stepan spent the later part of the
evening trying to find Grappa for Joe. Grappa is a grape based schnapps
and Joe was happy that he never found it!
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More old friends of Fessi's. Does anyone in
this photo look like they dress differently??
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Christof and Liz rode to the Free Willi Bike run
with us in Germany.
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It seems that Swiss just don't have the Swiss flag
tattooed on them very often, so it's even more unusual when they find an
American with a Swiss flag and the Matterhorn tattooed on his arm.
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There is nothing like an American trying to understand
what a Swiss is saying on a microphone in Swiss-German when both of them
have been drinking.
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This is from the top of Gotthard Pass overlooking
a little souvenir kiosk. Those damn cows are everywhere it seems.
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The top of the Gotthard Pass, without the cow on
a stick.
We sure hated to leave this beautiful country..........
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