16. Vacation memories: hiking in the Alps – part 4

We took our kids from Toronto, Canada to Switzerland on vacation. This is our adventure.This is a multi-part series.

Scroll down to the end of this post for a list of the previous stories in chronological order.

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Part 1 of this hiking story is here.
Part 2 is here.
Part 3 is here.

We sat by the church for a while, checking out the apps and radar maps.

You may recall that my partner is a pilot so of course he was following the weather on the aviation apps to see how much longer the storm would last. It wasn’t long, and we ended up leaving the church when the tail end of the cloud was still drizzling on us.

Lucky for us though, the restaurant at the cable car station, which has turned into a little community where you can rent stone chalets, was literally only 5 minutes away.

This wasn’t there that I remember, last time I was here. Today, there was a long building that seemed to serve as the communal restaurant/eating area, and small, scattered stone houses where tourists appeared to be able to rent.

We arrived at the restaurant with two starving children and were invited in to sit at a long table covered with a table clothes.

Didn’t seem to matter we were soaked, apparently. πŸ™‚

The waitresses spoke only Italian and initially they gave us a drink menu. The kids looked shocked. Naturally they piped up about food so I talked to the one waitress and she brought us a fancy menu. The other waitress disappeared. I realized later that she must have gone to get the owner, or the chef, someone who was in charge. He came over, took the menus away from us and gave us a different menu and then started speaking to us in English.

His accent told me he was probably Spanish, or Portuguese. He was very friendly and explained the menu and we all ended up having giant plates of hand-made gnocchi with Bolognese sauce (beef), which just hit the spot. We devoured our delayed lunch. πŸ™‚

Bonus? The kids got gelato.

Kids got gelato…because…kids. πŸ™‚
Mom and dad got a lovely cappuccino.

So this restaurant and cable car station was at the midpoint of the mountain.

Our initial plan was to eat and then take another, shorter hike over to a suspension bridge. With the weather change though (it had stopped raining but there were still clouds around, mountain weather is tricky and unpredictable) we decided that we would skip the bridge. No one seemed heartbroken about it (not even my partner…).

It had been a long day. We waited for the cable car to arrive. One had just left, so we figured it’ll be about a 15 minute wait. (There was a schedule, which said the same.)

That was the restaurant and lodging behind the crazy chickie girl posing like that… (?) πŸ™‚

When it arrived, there was an automated announcement that said the doors are automatic, not to press any buttons. We sat down and looked toward the bottom of the mountain.

Imagine our surprise when the thing started going back UP the mountain!

OMG

This is where I had an anxiety attack (I wrote about it here if you want to read about it). Last thing I wanted was to get stuck up there during another storm…

Once we arrived at the top again, someone pressed the help button, and when the voice asked what is up, we said ‘we want to go down’.

Voice said ‘si’ which means yes, and off we went back down the same part we just hiked earlier. We saw the same houses and trail again…lol

We stopped mid-way again and picked up more people. I worried again that they wanted to go up, so I asked them if they were going down, reinforcing my ‘sotto’ with pointing.

“Si,” was the answer.

THANKGODOMG

OMG I need wine.

We managed to get down in one piece, believe it or not.

Bonus, we had full bellies and no one was starving anymore.

SIGH

We managed to make it back to our little town where my uncle has his house without any further mayhem, where I immediately jumped into the shower and then poured a giant glass of local Ticino white wine.

While I decompressed, the husband searched up other mountain hikes. (omg)

However, we ended up going to the city of Lugano instead. But that’s another blog post for another day. πŸ™‚

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  1. Vacation memories: travel day – part 1
  2. Vacation memories: travel day – part 2
  3. Vacation memories: from flight attendant to passenger 20 years later
  4. Vacation memories: arrival in Zurich
  5. Vacation memories: exhaustion and a trip down memory lane – part 1
  6. Vacation memories: exhaustion and a trip down memory lane part 2
  7. Vacation memories: exhaustion and a trip down memory lane part 3

7.1Vacation side note: what is wrong with me?
8. Vacation memories: Swiss train adventures8.1 Vacation memories: after arrival in the village
9. Vacation side note: writing surrounded by beauty
10. Vacation memories: Bellinzona – part 1
11. Vacation memories: Bellinzona – part 2
12. Vacation memories: river
13. Vacation memories: hiking in the Alps – part 1
14. Vacation memories: hiking in the Alps – part 2
15. Vacation memories: hiking in the Alps – part 3

7 thoughts on “16. Vacation memories: hiking in the Alps – part 4

  1. The army made me hike as part of the job. Lots of “hiking” into places people did not like us. No way I am going to go hiking “for enjoyment”. I tip my hat to your partner, your kids, and you for blazing a footpath to places I would go now only by helicopter.

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