A week in the Alps

our cabin is in the background

We just got back from a week in the alps, an old cabin was loaned to us by some friends. It was a great place to relax, and we were forced to sit around the fireplace reading books talking as the weather turned wet a few days into our stay. We got out of the house a few times in spite of the weather and stomped around in the puddles and also visited a salt mine close by. There are goats up there and the farmer milks them twice a day and makes cheese out of the milk which we were able to try. They had their annual goat festival while we were up there and that included alphorns and a few other special traditional touches. They even had goat raclette. There is a girl staying with us for a few weeks this summer, we call her MH but she has a lot more names, the funniest one being Hairy Melon. This comes from switching around thefirst letters of her name, Mary-Helen. It has been nice to have an extra set of hands around to dry tears, dishes or stay home with the kids while I run to town. A person could get used to having her around but she will go back to Germany in a few days.