I am going to Switzerland in September.
To say I am excited about this trip is like saying the Pope is Catholic. It’s an understatement.
I can hardly wait. There is a village on the western edge of the Bernese Alps where I claimed home for several years growing up, but haven’t been back since 1997. Part of me wants to keep those memories in cerebral snow globe, unbesmirched by the footprints of time. Another part of me wants to go and live inside those memories when things were so different. So simple. And then there is a third part of me that wants to go eat chocolate croissants and watch a cow parade. Third part wins!
Back then everything seemed so familiar that I hardly ever took the time to take photos or tuck away touristy items to remind me of my time there. Nowadays, here at home, if I see a souvenir handkerchief with edelweiss in a thrift store (mystery stains and all) I snatch it up with Gollum-like “MY PRECIOUS” enthusiasm. Nostalgia is a powerful force.
Come September, on my list of must-get souvenirs is a cuckoo clock. I always wanted one, even before I lived there. Problem is that real Black Forest cuckoos, the fancy ones, are handmade by life-long specialists and cost about as much as a car. I don’t want a fancy one. Even just a little plastic one would be okay. Now I started looking online and am finding all these cool ones available here and now.
Hmm….I might need to get in on some cuckoo action early.