Thursday, July 16, 2009

von trapping in the alps

is a great way to spend your day. i spent the last 2 days in st. moritz that fancy pants ski resort town. i am not fancy pants, but i did wear pants because unlike my part of switzerland, it was not 150 degrees there. our first day there we took a funicular very high up a mountain and then hiked for about 10 minutes. we decided to stop hiking because one can only handle so much whining from 17 spoiled children. so we got on the trail that was only slightly uphill (they still whined) and i realized that I WAS VON TRAPPING!!! in my head, we were escaping the nazis. in my head, we were wearing matching clothes made from curtains (we actually were wearing matching t-shirts). in my head, we were singing harmoniously about hills coming alive. we were up so high that we could see 5 lakes, one behind the other. it was a lovely, beautiful time...until marco found dried cow dung in perfect frisbee shapes. so what did marco do? started playing frisbee, of course. and then, when that wasn't fun anymore, he started throwing it at the rest of us. i warned him that if the dung hit me, he would get it rubbed in his face. let's just say that marco has since learned that i am a girl of my word.

4 comments:

Chief said...

oh...these are a few of my favorite things

LeShel said...

Glad you keep your word.

Lisa said...

von trapping! i'm still jealous

Chief said...

nice poop. how old are these kids?