These are mountains.
|Walking in Wengen|
|Three tall mountains: Eiger, Mönch, and Jungfrau|
By the time we arrive at Kleine Scheidegg, it's time for lunch.
At the Banhof Restaurant
The soup with sausage is SOOOO salty that I can't finish. It disappears into a hungry husband!
|Creamy tomato soup with sausage|
|The Jungfrau Express|
On the way down, L and I sit in the same carriage. We strike up a conversation with two Chinese students, studying economics in Birmingham UK. They've flown to Italy to travel through Switzerland and Austria. They'll fly from Vienna to Birmingham this weekend to study for finals. What a nice break! In Europe, distance between countries is less than North Americans might imagine.
|Bleak but beautiful view from the train|
|On my plate:|
potatoes and cheese
|The raclette grill|
It's the 12th anniversary of the death of W's dad. We talk about memories, coming and going.
*My word shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and succeed in the thing for which I sent it. Isaiah 55:11 ESV
*A certain woman named Lydia, a worshiper of God, was listening to us; she was from the city of Thyatira and a dealer in purple cloth. The Lord opened her heart. Acts
Moravian Prayer: Let us have confidence in your purpose, Lord. Your will can open hearts and minds in ways we cannot imagine. May we be given the strength to be patient and prepared in our service to you. Amen.