Last night, my sister made a fondue dinner. Although most Americans associate fondue with fern bars and key parties of the 70s, it’s still a very real part of the culture here. And who doesn’t like bread dipped in cheese? You’d have to be a psychopath not to (celiacs and dairy-free people excluded, natch). I repeated my Swiss-themed culinaria with muesli (with yogurt) for breakfast. Continuing my ability to curse various geographies with extreme weather, I woke up to a fuckton of snow, which continued to add up throughout the morning. It’s falling lighter now and I can see the lake again. Captured the ferry on its way to Interlaken. P.S.: They still make Schweppes Bitter Lemon here, which is my favorite soft drink. I took a picture of it, which I now realize is kinda sad.
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