The weekend

Colmar
Beaune
Freiburg
Lyon
Lausanne

The city names were listed on the whiteboard while my housemate and I decided where to spend the weekend after our original German trip had been deemed impractical. We discussed the merits of each and all had a certain appeal. The decision was going to be based on a drawing from a bowl.

So what won?

None. The chalet in the Alps of Valais.

The idea of walking mountain trails accompanied by birdsong, a goat cheese fondue, reading, DVDs of Monk and Boston Legal while a fire burned in the fireplace taking the chill off the spring nights seemed far more pleasurable than rushing around looking at sites. But then again, I’ve been in Damascus and UK recently and will feel like playing sightseeing again. But this weekend walking along the forest path, I knew the rapture of just living.