Are you sick of hearing about Adelboden yet? Well, it's been slow around these parts the past week. Dan had another week of holidays so we did a couple of more hikes then we tossed a coin and decided we would take the chance of being stampeded and possibly not making it out alive, and we made another pilgrimage to Ikea.
Once there we ransacked Ikea.
We pillaged Ikea.
We went to Ikea and took no prisoners.
We were ruthless and swashbuckling pirates who ran through the maze of 'IMPULSE BUY, IMPULSE BUY' and went giddy with the possibilities. We got drunk off the Ikea moonshine otherwise known as 'staged living' and tossed items into our cart to outfit our meagre ship with necessities that had been missing for too long--who needs lamps anyhow?
We were mad with power.
Then we went to the checkout line and paid.
We became sad when the bill slapped us in the face.
That night we were happy because we could see in the dark.
And yesterday our Canada shipment arrived so I'm sorting through the mess right now.
In the meantime, I leave you with these final cloudy day images of dear little Adelboden.
Office with a view
People of Switzerland, Ham serves a $5.00 hamburger and you don't need a magnifying glass to see it. He gets his patty's made by the local butcher, and when you order, he totters into the kitchen and whips up your food while yelling conversation from the stove. Then while you eat or sip your beverage, he sits at the table with you and discusses politics while the yodelling tunes pump from his stereo. People who don't live in Switzerland, a $5.00 hamburger is almost unheard of. Christmas came early for Dan this year, and Ham is his new BFF.
On the brink
The sweetest smell
Once again, we went up...
Better Homes and Gardens
The road was long....
Possible my most flattering picture, ever
This one's not bad, either
Meg, Ais..."The Mist"
"...it's mist, son."
Fresh snow down to 2,500m on Saturday night. We'd been hiking up at 2,600m.
Good thing it was time to go.
I bid you adieu, Adelboden. Until the next time I see you.
Which will probably be this winter, when Dan straps skis on me feet and pushes me down the mountain.
I hope your snow is soft and your trees are bendy.