The 50 Plus Cafe, Pub, All-Nite Greasy Spoon and Dive Bar

Switzerland.
Which part? I really liked the Vevey parts, Pulley.... Local family generations owned chocolate stores. No chain restaurants. You will really appreciate the coffee. Like watches and cheese they have that all figured out. It was across lac leman from Evian France. Living at 1800 feet you don't need a dry cleaner. The air is so fresh they have hangars on the outside of the windows. I could hang my suit out there and it would be like brand new when I woke up the next day. There was summer there too. Spring is chilly with snow. I hope you like to walk. My hosts were better off than I. The chalet in Cron was the bomb. After seeing the fire at New Years it must be more crowded now. Back then it was an Italian playground. felt exclusive. I liked the small towns on the east side of the country. West and they spoke German, didn't care for us American types and were generally gruff. I preferred the way the French ones ate too. Cheeses, sauce and wine. As you got closer to Zurich it was like being in Austria. Too much grease for my system to digest. Lived with heartburn everyday.
I do hope in the warmer months you have time to be a tourist. What a wonderful place to "have" to go.
Aside from all the towns named after their cheese to visit I think I would say do some research and find the Eagles Nest. Hitlers private retreat. It was in the last episode of Band of Brothers. That was a nice perch to just look out and contemplate. There are other places there too. You can survey so much land in one look. Not as much as looking down from a plane but a real look at our planet untouched. Driving is not too bad. Just know the signs and do it their way. Lots of round abouts.
 
A green Sube Crosstrek. Nice for getting around town in.
I like those.

We just picked up a new blue outback. Little bit bigger, but nice for longer trips.

I'm so torn on what I think about the CVT. I'm getting used to it, now shifts in the truck feel harsh.

Gets well over 30 on the highway. Kinda gutless when passing, but no turbos to worry about in 3-5 years.
 
32.8" of snow reported here in RI at TF Green Airport.

We've eclipsed the total of the infamous blizzard of 1978 although that one was still worse as it was totally unexpected.

I've now been around for two of these monsters and can say

I was 10 in 1978 and thought jumping off the second floor into snowdrifts and no school for over a week was fun.

Now I'm like the guy who plows my driveway won't even be able to get here because they haven't even plowed my street.

Being a live on a small dead end side street, I might not see a plow for some time. Then they're put three feet of snow in the driveway

Now I know how my parents felt

This made me think of my view earlier today...
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Yes, I believe those are second story windows. The building next to it basically had a tunnel going into the door, the windows were completely buried...
 
So, a little about mt trip to Spain. It was a small two hour hop from Manchester to Gironde where my pal collected me and headed to his apartment. Amazingly it sits right next to a campsite where we rented a lodge 36 years ago for holidays. It’s a beautiful area of rocky coves and now very upmarket.

It’s a small apartment with two bedrooms on a 1960s gated complex with pool. Great for holidays and short term stays. On arrival I was told that as we would drive I was chef for the week, the fridge was full of food just get a good meal on the table after every hunt.

I was sorted with hunting license, gun license and would sign into each club daily at about $30 a day.. each area in Spain has a government designated hunting area for each club. He is a member of one club and we were to hunt at other clubs as guests all pre booked. We had 6 hunts booked with one day off, which as it happened was heavy rain.

The clubs are all so welcoming and despite the fact that almost nobody speaks English I got by. My pal speaks Spanish but here they speak Catalan! He doesn’t! It’s a very nationalistic area that would be independent given the chance.

Hunting is largely in mountainous areas of forest where hounds drive boar (hogs) and you hope one comes by for a shot … or even deer in some cases. You are reliant on your ears to hear the rustle of leaves as a boar approaches. Five hours on your toes watching listening and waiting with forest life going on around you. A mix of meditation and anticipation.

It turned out to be a tough week unusually. I had only one chance at a boar that came in over my right shoulder that I missed. My pal didn’t even get a shot. Onetheless it was a great experience and I will be back for another try next year!

I will sort some photos and share in a separate email!


IIRC, Catalonia is where Orwell spent his Civil War time.

This all sounds wonderful.
 
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