On a sunny day, as if mesmerized, my sister remains frozen at our window seat held spellbound by Switzerland’s splendor. “It’s amazing,” she exclaims. “In Switzerland every mile is beautiful.”
Visitors tend to agree; we have arguably one of the best views in the world. Our house above Lake Geneva overlooks the Alps rising up from behind purple-blue waters dotted with sailboats. Puffy, white clouds hover over the mountain range where Mont Blanc, the highest peak in Europe, sticks its head out like an apparition of my imagination. On a clear day I can see as far as the 450 foot water jet refracting light in Geneva as well as the craggy, ashen tips of the Alps, sixty miles away. The mountains, in different shades of gray, appear to bow down to Mont Blanc, the queen known as the “white lady” for its snow-covered peak, sparkling as a frosted crown.
We live on a strip of fertile land between Geneva at one end of the lake and Montreux at the other. Montreux and its neighboring cities and towns constitute a gorgeous, opulent region often referred to as the Swiss Riviera.
In my yard, forsythia transforms into a sunburst. Across the street, yellow fields of rapeseed contrast with green wheat fields while further on grape vines reach toward the light like gnarled, old arthritic hands. In orchards white blossoms erupt on the rows of apple, pear and cherry trees promising sweet nectars of succulent fruits.
Light changes the perspective every second on this richly colored panorama. A ray of sunshine breaks through the clouds, casting a spotlight on a mountain flank creating a new picture.
Meanwhile, the quaint Swiss and French architecture can be seen clustered across the landscape. Below the fields and vineyards, the rust-colored rooftops of villages peek above a ribbon of green trees. On the far side of the lake, milk chocolate colored chalets lace the mountainsides. To the west, the tips of the buildings in Geneva can be seen on clear days.
One of the biggest perks of living in a small country with such contrasting landscapes, is that only a short drive away, you can enter another universe.
We are 2 miles from the French border, only a 2 hour drive from Germany and Italy, 5 hours from Austria, and 7 hours from Spain and Belgium and a mere 10 minutes from an international airport, even though we live in a village in the countryside.
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Beautiful! I was in Switzerland years ago, in March, base of the Eiger. If felt surreal, like walking through pictures in a book. I can't imagine living there.
Oh I love Switzerland and your photos are glorious. Thank you for transporting me there all the way from Brisbane, Australia. Have a fabulous day.
Sue from Sizzling Towards 60 & Beyond
Laura, on a sunny Switzerland is so beautiful that it is surreal. We do have a rain and fog during the winter months, but that just makes us appreciate those clear days even more.
Wow, Sue, we are connected from Switzerland to Australia, isn't internet amazing? I look forward to checking out your blog and hearing more about the land down under where my brother and family lived for a few years.