adelboden, switzerland - february 23

I am not a winter girl. Maybe as a result of living in NYC for almost ten years, when I hear "snow," I think "sloshing through 3 feet of polluted snow-sludge as more 'wintry mix' batters my face on the way to work". Some people associate snow with white and purity and happiness and child-like innocent joy, and I associate snow with black ice and misery and Manhattan buses splashing 8 gallons of black sludge all over you as they dive by at 600 MPH.

Thankfully, living in Switzerland is beginning to reverse my horrible associations with snow. Snow in Switzerland is quiet and majestic; a light dusting atop skycraping evergreens and firs; adorable blonde-headed children on sleds; all that crap. As part of my effort to come to love winter, we spent a day hanging out in an outdoor heated pool in the middle of the snow-capped mountains. Sitting in that warm, steamy water as snow fell gracefully around, admiring the towering trees and mountains... that kind of winter I can do.


A few weeks ago, we drove 90 minutes south into the snowy part of Switzerland -- near Spiez, where we'd gone tobogganing for New Year's 2014 -- home of ze winter sport. Basel was relatively warm and green and certainly snow-free, so it was very interesting to watch the landscape change dramatically after only a few minutes. I was slack-jawed and wide-eyed as I stared out the window. There's no beating Switzerland for dramatically beautiful long drives.


Above is maybe 30 minutes into our drive, and below is about 60 minutes in.

Driving in Adelboden, Switzerland

Driving in Adelboden, Switzerland


Driving in Adelboden, Switzerland






 Our destination was the Cambrian Hotel in Adelboden. We paid for use of their spa facilities for the day, which included aforementioned heated outdoor pool with mountain views, indoor lap pool, and saunas. It was absolutely spectacular beyond words. We can't go back soon enough. 

Cambrian Hotel Adelboden
 THE CAMBRIAN HOTEL - DORFSTRASSE 7, ADELBODEN

Cambrian Hotel Adelboden

Cambrian Hotel Adelboden
 
Cambrian Hotel Adelboden

Cambrian Hotel Adelboden

Cambrian Hotel Adelboden

Cambrian Hotel Adelboden

Cambrian Hotel Adelboden

Cambrian Hotel Adelboden

Cambrian Hotel Adelboden


Cambrian Hotel Adelboden

Cambrian Hotel Adelboden

Cambrian Hotel Adelboden

Cambrian Hotel Adelboden

Cambrian Hotel Adelboden



Cambrian Hotel Adelboden

Cambrian Hotel Adelboden

Cambrian Hotel Adelboden

We went on a weekday (it was a holiday in Basel, but not elsewhere in Switzerland) around lunchtime so essentially had the whole place to ourselves. We snagged the best seats and spent the day staring lazily out at the view, swimming in the pools, and hanging out in the saunas. Saunas in Europe are naked-only and co-ed, and I am a shy innocent Catholic girl from America -- you get it; the stuff 90s sitcom episodes were made of.

On our way back to the car, the streets were slick with ice and snow was piling up. And I was wearing heels. "I've done it again," I thought, unbelieving. So many times have I told the hilarious story of how Alex and I went to the top of Schilthorn Mountain last year and I wore heels. Without socks. There I was in my 3" heels (the very same heels I wore a year later when repeating the same mistake, interestingly), among the young and old in cold-proof winter jackets, thermal gloves, and heavy waterproof boots. Desperately death-clutching Alex's arm as I slipped and skated across the parking lot to our car on our way home, I said, completely honestly, "I just didn't think we'd be doing a lot of walking." As my dad always said, I am not the sharpest crayon in the box. And apparently, you really can't teach a stupid dogs new tricks. That's the saying, right?

Driving in Adelboden Switzerland

Driving in Adelboden Switzerland

Driving in Adelboden Switzerland

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