We spent the weekend in Grindlewald, in Julie’s grandma’s perfect Swiss mountainside house. The house is filled with things like old suspender suits from when her kid’s were toddlers, drawings from when her children were young, fotos, and fake cats that look extremely real and scared Marie and I every time we walked by. There are so many bedrooms that I got lost going back down to the kitchen.
It was honestly piqueresque. The morning after we arrived, we were eating breakfast and fog cleared, and you could see the mountains through the lace curtains.
It is one of the oldest houses in the area, and there are always tour groups outside taking pictures.
Julie’s granma is 87 and so lively and happy and funny. Julie had to translate French for Marie and I, and I’m sure if I could have understood everything staright from the mouth it would have been 10 times better. We drove her grandma to the town one morning and Julie asked her if she had enough time to get ready, and she said “oh it doesn’t matter I’m the prettiest one anyways.” We played this game which Julie translated as “go quickly, slowly” which is almost exactly like Sorry. Julie’s grandma loves this game, and Julie hates it. Julie’s grandma won, and in the morning when Julie asked how she slept her grandma said “very well, after winning last night.”
She was so wonderful to us cooking, making breakfast, tea, making coming into the room saying "cucu" to make sure the room was warm enough.
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