After spending some unforgettable days in Paris, it was time to say "au revoir" (see what I did there) and move on to the next leg of our journey—Lausanne, Switzerland. The city swap came with its own set of adventures, and let me just say this day couldn't be any calmer.
We caught a train early in the day, and the ride itself was surprisingly peaceful. Three hours and some change of smooth, scenic travel through the countryside allowed me to catch up on some much-needed sleep. Honestly, the gentle sway of the train and the quiet hum of the ride made it the perfect setup for a mid-morning nap. I woke up just in time to see the Swiss landscape come into view: lush hills, charming little houses, and everything looking like it came straight out of a postcard.
But that peace didn’t last long.
As soon as we got off the train, we were met with the reality of Swiss terrain: hills. Steep ones. Now, the plan was to wait for the bus to take us up to our hotel. But in a twist of collective chaos (or maybe delusion), the group decided we’d walk. With suitcases. Uphill. During the day's peak temperature. I don’t even know how we got to that decision, but there we were, trooping like we were on a mission from Lord knows what. To be fair, it was a great exercise, and the fresh air on the way up was kind of needed… but my calves were definitely screaming.
Once we finally made it to the hotel and had a chance to freshen up, we headed back out to grab some dinner. Our spot for the night? A cozy little restaurant known for its authentic Swiss fondue. I was actually excited because it was my first time trying fondue, and I’d heard so much about it. Everyone was hyping it up, so I figured, why not?
Well… y’all. Let me tell you. One bite and I was fighting for my life. The cheese was SO strong. It was truffle-flavored, which I know some people love, but for me? It was doing way too much. I tried to power through it, but I gagged. I really did. I don’t know if it was the texture, the smell, or just the sheer cheesiness of it all, but that fondue was not my friend.
Luckily, I had the good sense to order a carbonara pasta on the side. That pasta? Came through and saved the day. Creamy, flavorful, and easy on the stomach. Basically, everything that the fondue was not. Shout-out to the chef for that lifeline.
After dinner, we wandered a bit and got to soak in some gorgeous views of Lausanne. The city is perched on a hillside overlooking Lake Geneva, and at sunset, it’s just… wow. The walk back to the hotel wasn’t bad either (probably because we weren’t dragging suitcases this time), and everything felt peaceful again.
All in all, it was a day full of highs and lows, literally and figuratively, but it’s moments like these that make traveling so memorable. Paris gave us glamour, Lausanne gave us hills and cheese-induced trauma. And somehow, I loved both.