I put up this page especially for Barbara Jean. If you’re not interested in travel pictures, then skip to the next post.
This was early on in our European travel adventures, and we were almost clueless. We knew we wanted to go to Italy, and we knew the trip over and back would be long and expensive, so we maximized our return on investment by staying about three weeks and visiting a bunch of places.
Barbara Jean made out the itinerary, and she noticed we would wind up in the north of Italy with a day or so left. Why not stop in for a visit to Switzerland? And hey! We could take a trip over to Annecy in France from Geneva. That turned out to be more adventure than we expected.
We all know that getting there is half the fun. Yeah!
It was a nice trip on one of Europe’s high speed trains to Geneva, and the scenery was not to be missed. Our first views of Switzerland were a few stops on the train. Then we arrived in Geneva.
Oops! No time to see the sights. There was just enough time to catch the last train to Annecy. But we had to hurry. And the train to Annecy was from another station. We needed to take a cab. And hurry. I did have time to glom some Swiss francs from the ATM at the train station before we headed out. The driver seemed to know where we wanted to go, and he dropped us off at what was, from initial appearances, an abandoned station on the edge of town.
Yes, that was exciting. We waited. And waited. Like refugees from a foreign conflict.
Hey! The train did arrive, and we did catch the slow train through the mountain passes to Annecy, and another cab ride took us to the 15th century abbey, which had been converted to a hotel. We were pleased beyond expectations. I made sure to get photos of everything, because, as mentioned in the title, we are likely not coming this way again.
We got up Saturday morning, and surprise surprise! Everything was free. The buses were free, and the tourist attractions were free. It was a once a year deal, and we hit the jackpot.
We spent Saturday strolling around town, photographing everything in sight. There was an old castle what served as a museum, and the views along the lake were unforgettable.
Sunday morning, and we had a nice breakfast at the inn. Then headed to the bus stop to catch our train to Paris and home.
And we got to the bus stop, and we waited. And we waited. As I mentioned before, we were nearly clueless. After waiting nearly an hour a thought occurred to us. Maybe the buses don’t run on Sunday. A check of the bus schedule (in a foreign language) confirmed. The buses do not run on Sunday. However, a check of the map showed we were only about half a mile from the train station. It was a pleasant day. We trundled our luggage to the station and waited for the train to Paris. And home.
Fun beyond all expectations, but we will never come this way again.