Wow. I am getting really slack with this blog. It’s not that I have stopped doing stuff, I have just stopped doing funny stuff. I’ve been here in Switzerland so long that everything just seems normal, unremarkable and certainly not blog-worthy.
Mr. Big and I discovered the chalet when we were looking for another one that we had seen on the internet. I am deliberately withholding the name of the village because there are a number of Swiss people who read this blog and the competition for housing being what it is, I am just hedging my bets. Although the Swiss probably aren’t interested in buying a wreck. They are all rich and can buy one that’s properly renovated, so I’ve got that going for me.
This particular chalet is three floors high and, I fear, having only seen it from the outside, cut up into 3 separate apartments. It looks like it hasn’t been touched since the 1960’s but it has great views and sits right on a high, alpine lake. Of course, we will only be looking at the one house this afternoon, because the realtor for this house cannot show us any other houses, even if they are just down the road.
No lock-box system, remember? So, for every chalet that you even want to look at, you must make an individual appointment with the proper listing agent to see each and every house. Do you think that this highly inefficient system drives Mr. Big crazy? Of course it does. I have a sneaking suspicion that this entire buying process is going to be one giant gripe-fest for Mr. Big but at least it will give him something to talk about besides Swiss driving habits and the procurement of speeding tickets.
ME: What the hell is that sound?
MR. BIG: It’s just the alarm. Go back to sleep, Spouse.
ME: Dude, it’s Monday. Why are you going to work?
MR. BIG: Today is not a holiday. Europe has decided to work on this particular Monday.
ME: You better recheck that. Something doesn’t sound right. You are going to look like a real tool if you are the only one in the office.
Since we have this nice, long weekend and since it happily coincides with our 24-year wedding anniversary, we are going to the famed Tuscany area of Italy. It seems everyone on the planet has already been there, is there right now or is making plans to go to Tuscany and I want to go see what all the fuss is about. We are doing our normal thing, i.e. no reservations, no plans, etc. Wherever we find ourselves at dinner time, that is where we stay. This modus operandi has never failed us and by that I mean, that we have never had to sleep in the car. We have slept in some rather sketchy places but that is all part of the fun. One night in the UK about ten years ago, the only room we could find was directly above a pub. Unfortunately for us, it happened to be July 4th. Mr. Big had to buy rounds all night for the Brits because his ancestors had the gall to declare independence over them some 200+ years earlier.