Day 7

Heading to Mikki’s; leaving the girls in Zurich, we had a fantastic trip over the alps. We traveled through Kloster, Davos, over a couple of incredible alpine passes (peaks, glaciers, above the tree line-I was staggered by the beauty of the high country) through the Swiss National Park, visiting a Carolingian monastery in Mustair before arriving in Glurns.

This "V" thing must be a male genetic thing - note the similarity in the Konstanz pictures.









And we think US gas is expensive!

The night was spent in Glurns – a small, completely walled, medieval village just over the Swiss/Italian border.












Antje located a great place to stay - 3 bedrooms; huge bath & kitchen, very reasonable priced & directly over the garbage - there was no sitting on the veranda for more than 5 minutes. Seriously, it was a nice place - just unfortunate veranda location. We had wonderful food at the restuarant. Luckily the hostess convinced us to eat inside rather than out as it poured most of the time we were eating.

Philip and I distinguished ourselves at breakfast. Desperate for coffee; we didn't wait for our traveling companions and headed over for breakfast. We immediately ran into a slight language problem. Not wanting to appear the ugly Americans we simply nodded or said yes to everything asked of us. By the time the Schnorfs joined us, we were aghast, feeling compelled to eat bowls full of yogurt, ham and eggs, rolls, fruit, juice & coffee. Fortunately the Schnorfs acted as tho we ordered for all and helped us out.

Leaving the alps, skirting the Dolomites’; we drove for hours through orchards of every kind of fruit imaginable before finally dropping down to the plains and to Mikki’s.