Overshot Switzerland

My phone provider seems to like me. Or at least, they enjoy sending me messages on a constantly. "Welcome to Germany!" "Welcome to Switzerland!" "Welcome to Italy!" And then always with all of the other text the same. How do people survive having to cross borders so often?

After leaving a bit late, we shot down from Germany and then diagonally across Switzerland to our next accommodation. After driving along the same narrow windy road a couple of times, we managed to find the hole in the wall that was labeled as our garage, with an elevator that took us into our apartment (no further doors involved). And it turns out that the view from a hole in a cliff face with water at the bottom is rather spectacular.

Having checked in, we explored a little bit further along our road, continuing to play chickens with the buses going the other way, until we suddenly found the border hut for the Italian border. With no way to turn around before the hut, we had to face the unfortunate fate of having to eat dinner in Italy as opposed to the Italian part of Switzerland.

As it turns out though, that was a worse fate than we thought. While we managed to nicely find ourselves a Restaurant that looked nice while being slightly off the beaten Tourist path, we all seemed to find something lacking in our dish. Like a pizza dough that didn't resemble a cookie from the Sesame Street.

Tonight we all draw straws about who has to get up in the morning, line up our cameras, and shoot the sunrise. And then possibly we try to find out what the white tips of those mountains are actually made of.