The Swiss suffer from a reputation of being too punctual, logical, clean, orderly, organized, AKA, totally square, and I find this stereotype totally unfortunate because within them, the easy-go-lucky, totally chill mountain loving, dirt sleeping, outdoorsy worshippers I know so well exist.
On the contrary, tonight, my uncle Roland invites some of his Amis Montagnardes buddies for a dinner of roasted chicken, veggies, viande seché–seriously, this is the equivalent to Belgians and their chocolate–and, goodness, mountain spring beer, and we have a joyous good time listening to their tales about ice climbing the falls in Argentiere and more.
And, wow, the double crème gruyere and meringues are almost criminal, the perfect contrast to conquests of high alpine fear, touches of near death, stories of vertiginous proportion.
No, no, no squares here.
Quite the opposite, in fact, and thanks to Nathalie and Roland for a fantastic welcome to their mountain respite.