Alright, everyone is dying to know what is going on with the Chalet Hunt. This will be just like an episode of House Hunters International! I will show you pictures of our top three choices and you help me decide which one to pick! Where is our narrator, Suzanne Whang? We need Suzanne Whang! “Mr. Big and Trailing Spouse, a charming American ex-pat couple from Lausanne, Switzerland, have decided to purchase a chalet in the Swiss Alps because Mr. Big hates being a renter and being forced into complete silence every night after 10:30. With the help of THREE DIFFERENT realtors, due to some arcane realty law in Switzerland that I don’t understand, this lovely duo will attempt to find the perfect mountaintop get-away. Stay tuned! We’ll be right back after this short break from our sponsors.
OK, obviously, I watch way too much HGTV. Sorry. Back on track. The first place we looked at was in Champex Lac which is a teensy weensy village near Verbier. The draw in Champex, (pronounced Shahn-pey), in my opinion, is that it sits on a little lake which freezes like a rock every winter, but then provides fishing/swimming/boating in the summer months. Or, should I say summer DAYS, or, possibly, summer HOURS. The village sits at 1465 meters which is about a mile high. This summer the lake thawed on August 18th between the hours of noon and two. That was a crowded day in Champex, let me tell you what. The paddle boats were nut to butt.
This charming abode was right on the lake and it had the “look” of the typical chalet that I was going for. You know, like Heidi could come skipping across the lawn any moment, holding a small wheel of cheese whilst leading a goat pack. In addition to the listing agent, the owner of the home was also on hand to show us around her Grand-Pere’s home. Yes, the chalet had only ever been in one family since Grand-Pere built it in 1935. And, no her name was not Heidi. Durn. I might have bought it on the spot. The Swiss never sell anything. Boat slips, chalets, land, nothing. Once they can finally afford to actually own something here, they hang onto it, baby. 99 year mortgages are the norm. Not kidding. 99 years. In America, we own houses about as long as they own a pair of socks.
So, nothing had been touched in this chalet since 1935. They did put a new roof on in the 1970’s which the Owner Who Was Not Named Heidi kept referring to proudly as if it were put on yesterday. I’m like, hey, Not Heidi, you might want to find another selling point besides your 40-year-old roof. Whatever.
Well, we don’t know, do we, until we see the other two choices? Ha. I am evil, I know.