We played tennis today. The only court available was at mid-day, under a clear blue sky and a burning sun, but we took it anyway. The village is busy still; it is another irony that in the year of little tourism, Wengen seems busier than ever. The package tourists of most summers, who journey up to the Jungfrau and the Schilthorn and hunker down in their hotels between times, are missing. Instead, the Swiss are enjoying their own country and filling the village, its bars and restaurants, the tennis courts and the mountain paths.
The weather has picked up dramatically since the beginning of the week and we have covered the highways and bye-ways. On Tuesday, when the poor weather lingered longer than forecast, we stopped for lunch at the Trummelbach falls cafe. Sandwiches around here tend to be ham, cheese, salami or a combination of the three, so the eclectic choice at the cafe always makes it a worthwhile halt. The best sandwiches in Switzerland we think.
Yesterday, in the afternoon, we were on the same path as had been my introduction to ski touring nearly five months earlier. There were no white hares in sight this time of course, but plenty of cows and still more battery powered mountain bikers.
Tomorrow is forecast to be hot again. It is also Saturday, so it might be standing room only all over the mountain.
Idle thoughts from a mountain 