Picnic in Switzerland

Mountain water is cool and fresh

Yesterday we set off for a picnic at was said to be a nearby place. Felix and Nuria rushed up mountain passes and curvy roads in their 4 x 4 whilst I was in a little Mercedes A class 140. Not exactly the type of car for mountain passes or dirt roads. The driver – Pillar (Felix's sister) explained at every scraping of the undercarriage or curve in the road that her car was not a 4 x 4! I felt sorry for her. Little did she know when she agreed to come on a picnic, but her little Merc was going to take a pounding!! Anyhow, we finally got to the picnic site after what seemed like a long drive.

Poor little A Class Merc...

The place was stunning. It felt like being in Switzerland. Just to have that feeling was worth the long and arduous drive to get there. The smell of fresh air, the whirring sound of the wind moving through the pine needles of the fir trees, the trickling of water in mountain streams, the vistas of sheer mountain tops all around. It was priceless. Just as good as Switzerland.

The green grass is greener up here

Wind blows through the trees

Felix and Nuria came very well prepared. A big collapsible table and fold up chairs for everyone. We had an excellent lunch and sat chatting in CatSpanglish (Catalan, Spanish and English) for a while. Then we heard the sound of bells coming closer. This could not be cows. Cow bells exist only in Switzerland!. Not any more... Before long, a herd of cows with bells around their necks approached and walked right through the picnic area! Some people even had to pack up and move. It was more like a stampede of cows came through the picnic area... A memorable picnic in the “Alps”.

The cows come home ...

Don't move, they are just cows.