Days three and four: Giverny, Lisieux, Caen, Bayeux, St. Honorine-de-Ducy.
Read MoreDays one and two: Paris, Neuilly, Giverny (briefly).
Read MoreSaturday morning I zig-zagged through midtown. It was raining, not a polite drizzle, but a downpour. My insides were anxious, my stomach jumped. I sat in my doctor's waiting room and couldn't even look at my phone and I hadn't been sleeping soundly.
Read MoreI read and slept and looked at the expanse of small towns, and farms, and everything between big cities that I forget in my crazy vortex of New York.
Read MoreI woke up last Sunday morning at 5 am, pulled off my eye mask, and looked around my hotel room in Louisville.
Read MoreAlistair's friend asked me what I thought of Switzerland.
"It is so beautiful," I said. "my goal to get more people to know about how beautiful it is and put it on their list of places to see.”
Read MoreThe next morning I woke up to the sound of birds on our balcony. I opened the door to look at Lake Como. It was quiet on the lake, no speedboats. I couldn’t spot the ferry. The sun was hiding behind the clouds.
Read MoreWith a boat so big the ride was steady and peaceful. The little towns outside of Lucerne became more spread out and rural the further we rode. There were houses high in the mountains on very steep hills; I marveled to Alistair "how can anyone live there without falling down the hill everyday?" I was happy to read that when Twain did this exact same boat ride, he wondered the same thing. After lunch we moved to the benches on the deck, the sun bore down on us, but the wind off the water kept us cool. The boat turned and we arrived at the very location where Switzerland was founded, the Rütli, marked by a very old and beautiful Swiss crest.
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