Hmmm enough sharing of my contemplating thoughts
. Had a great and relaxing weekend in Zermatt. Caught a cable car to the actual ski fields where l watched the Migros annual junior ski competition taking place, where the best up and coming skiers raced down like the surrounding mountains like ants as l sat on a huge orange inflated couch and drank free Migros coffee! I must have sat on that huge orange couch for hours watching the skiers, marvelling at how good they were at such a young age. However my marvel of them soon faded to pure annoyance when l realised that my hostel was full of the 7-10 years old competitors. Usually l would not be so annoyed, only when you spend your days with children and you go away on a weekend you prefer a night of peace and quiet rather than over 50 children running around crazily until 2am! Plus l was still unwell which was not helping the matter at all!
However on the Sunday l decided to take a walk into the Alps following a beautiful path that took me past field after field of wildflowers and waterfalls. Spring had finally spring in Switzerland and l couldn't resist the beckoning fields anymore. I climbed over the boundary fence and found a perfect spot amongst the wild flowers with a beautiful view of the Matterhorn soaring above me, and stayed their most of the day revising my French books for an up an coming test whilst listening to the water cascading from a glacier waterfall a few steps away. The weather was perfect, the field was full of blue and white wild flowers and l sat and revised for my French test in the most amazing study surroundings one could ever wish for!!!
Waiting for my mid morning cappuccino as l sit in the sun, beside a glacier stream overlooking the "mighty and majestic" Matterhorn (that's how the postcards describe it anyway). It is beautiful though and makes you do as all Switzerland does to me- makes me contemplate life and how small lam within this beautiful world....l wont delve into the contemplations of my mind that l journaled about that morning but leave you with this thought that l had....people are gathered all around me taking happy couple and family snaps- but it makes you wonder how happy they actually as once the flash goes off their plastic smiles evaporates and life goes back to normal- not full of smiles and picture postcard shots but normality, heartache, routine. A wife snaps at the husband that he didn't get the right angle, the baby starts crying realizing the smiles are fake. Which is truly better...the life in the photos or real life? Do we ever achieve a balance?