Enter Sandman (briefly)

After this we drove back to Marly. I felt it might be a good idea for us to get a little rest.

We drove through southern Fribourg, past the Moléson and a whole bunch of other mountains that I recognized, but didn’t remember the names of. The countryside looked familiar, and yet was so much more developed than it had been when I lived there. Much more modern in some ways, even futuristic (as in the modern architecture, phones, ATMs, etc.) It was still just breathtakingly gorgeous, and so clean you could eat off the roads.

When we got back to Marly we met up with Lily (Lydwine Schornoz, my Swiss mom), and, antisocially, went to sleep. Francis didn’t have the heart to wake us up after 45 minutes, so we slept for an hour and a half. Not really enough, but it was something. We then went to Isabelle’s house for lunch. Since she had lived in Italy before getting divorced, she knew how to cook Italian- various eggplant and basil dishes, tomatoes with Mozzarella and dried meat with melon slices. The pasta sauces she made were fabulous- Pesto, and some Marinara. Francis opened some more wine, which I once again had to decline. There was so much food, we were stuffed. Then they brought out dessert. Lily made some comment to the effect that they eat too much in Switzerland. Or maybe we eat too little……