Cowbells

Saturday, December 22nd, 2007 @ 9:49 | abroad

Outside the plexiglass window, Heidi flickers past, waving at me. There must be a hundred of them, side by side, identical smiling faces making a wave with her hand. A cowbell clangs and a cow is mooing. Somehow, it sounds like she is laughing. I turn my eyes back inside the subway train as we arrive into Zürich airport’s main terminal. I’m wondering whether anyone has ever actually worn the supposedly traditional dress that Heidi is wearing. Are there even any Heidis in the mountains? Am I mixing nationalities here?

Switzerland was very good to me. It was outright magical in the mountains, with 1.5 meters (5 feet) of fresh, powdery snow, the temperature barely below freezing, the air completely still, the sun baking. Absolutely no sound could be heard, save for the occasional thump of snow falling from a tree, relieved to be free from the weight. I do hope to get back here.

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