Long weekends, two-week explorations, and everything in between
This is how our RV adventure begins, and it couldn’t be a sweeter beginning. What a perfect way to ease in, by exploring an area that’s nostalgic for Aidan and a new discovery for me - only a couple of hours beyond my childhood backyard.
Preface: 13 months ago, we packed everything into two suitcases apiece and moved across the pond from Austin, Texas to Dublin, Ireland. It all started the summer prior when Aidan (whose dad is from Co. Mayo) applied for his Irish passport and we took a trip there to visit their family. Kind of like the guy or gal next door you never expected to fall madly in love with until, one day, you were sitting on the bleachers together after all the football players and cheerleaders had gone home, Ireland isn’t considered a popular kid in Europe, but it should be. It’s a country I admittedly never prioritized visiting before meeting Aidan, but that little island blew me away with its natural beauty, the culture, and the people.
Preface: Visiting the Swiss Alps is an existential crisis. You walk slowly, always looking over your shoulder to find yet another breathtaking view, asking yourself if you’ll ever go anywhere more beautiful and whether it’s even worth trying. The air and the water are so fresh, you expect everything will feel dirty when you return home. Even the busiest towns are quiet and peaceful. Riding on trains through towering snow-capped mountains and past the purest turquoise lakes, you wonder how this beauty has been preserved - like a complete oasis - while the rest of the world is being desecrated by pollution and disaster. While you swirl pieces of bread in a pot of simmering cheese fondue and look out over the glowing blue peaks, you contemplate why you were put on earth if not to be doing exactly this. What is the meaning of it all? Just to work and save enough money to return and experience the Swiss way of life again, if only for a little while?