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What more can I say about the frustrations and resulting fun of traveling? Basically it gives you headaches and takes all your money, but when else do you get to bike across Salzburg at night to buy train tickets? When else does going to the grocery store involve trekking through tiny Swiss farming villages? You can only plan so much until the unplanned events become more memorable.

I want to tell the whole story but instead I’ll just give words and phrases that make sense to only Gretchen and me. It’s like when groups of friends buy ads in the back of the yearbook for all their inside jokes!

leaving on a jet plane…gimmewald or grindelwald?…ugly swiss money…smoking baby trains…friendly swiss transportation workers…the bus to stechelberg that we never took…japanese luggage…“10” minutes through murren….gimmewald or grindelwald part 2…waking up in the mountains…goats, chickens, cows, and tiny horses…bunless burgers…SCHILTHORN…gretchen’s fist snowball fight being at 3000 meters…mountain beard...let’s stop for pictures…fondue and lager bier hell…watching the cheaper, earlier train leave from your later, more expensive train window…running through the Milan train station…running through the Florence train station…creepy eurostar man!

Stay sweet. Never change. Have a great summer!
Marc
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