Ticino

 

And finally, our last stop in Switzerland, Ticino - or as I kept calling it 'might as well be Italy'.  The cities were a tiny bit dirtier, the trains a smidgen late, the gelato much sweeter, and the men far more forward than the rest of Switzerland. See? Might was well be Italy.

We got in fairly late in the day after our ride on the Bernina Express and made our way to the hotel. All day long Meghan had been singing 'Yellow Submarine', so imagine my surprise when we found ourselves in a tiny yellow elevator at the hotel. Clearly she is clairvoyant. 

Since there was some rain in the forecast, we made a plan to hike in the Verzasca Valley in the morning. Once the sun came up, we bought provisions at the local Coop grocery store, frustrated the Italian-speaking staff with our ignorance on how Swiss grocery stores work in the process, and hopped on a bus that brought us as deep into the valley as possible. And so we started our ambitious (honestly, probably too ambitious for how late in the trip we were running) trek along the Verzasca river. Since we started way back at the headwaters, it was really cool to see the river progress from a little creek into a raging force of water as we ticked off the miles. 

Our bus back into town, however was honestly just a miserable experience. We stepped onto the bus exhausted from the hike to find it full to the brim, so we had to stand while the bus driver clumsily wound along the tiny road slamming on the brakes willy-nilly. For an hour. Oh and did I mention a poor kid in the back got motion sickness and puked? The hike was beautiful, but eeeshh what a way to round it off!

Despite the puke-filled bus adventure, we really enjoyed the rest of our time in Ticino. We basically did what we do best: ate chocolate, wandered around the towns, and looked at pretty things.

Our yellow submarine

Our yellow submarine

No diving in the fountain.

No diving in the fountain.

Thumbs-up Magee (left) and Mr. Michael Jackson (right)

Thumbs-up Magee (left) and Mr. Michael Jackson (right)

The start of our hike in the Verzasca Valley

The start of our hike in the Verzasca Valley

Guys, I had to desaturate this picture so much just so the color of the water would be believable. It really is the color of Listerine.

Guys, I had to desaturate this picture so much just so the color of the water would be believable. It really is the color of Listerine.

Big o' ant

Big o' ant

Is that a cormorant? So hard to see....

Is that a cormorant? So hard to see....

Wandering around Ascona

Wandering around Ascona

 
'That one looks like a seagull pooped on it's face' - Meghan

'That one looks like a seagull pooped on it's face' - Meghan