...so I ended the previous blog post with a claim that we would go to Häm's Bistro, but little did I know it would be probably the best thing to ever happen in my entire existence.
We've just finished our potluck Summer Solstice dinner, right? We're hanging out, and finally we meander down the path to Häm's, which is this little local bistro that sits up in our valley about a five minute walk from Our Chalet. It's cute. We've been there a couple times before to hang out, and I think Häm, the man who runs it, already knows we're going to be regulars.
This bistro, just so you know, rarely has more than five people in it besides the twelve of us we usually roll in with. And who is at Häm's this specific night?
Riot police. There are police with their police uniforms on and two giant riot police trucks chilling next to this building which is probably smaller than the average dorm room. They're not raiding the bistro or anything, though- they're having a drink and hanging out. Eventually we start joking with them about practicing their mad riot-control skills on us, and Jess gets handed the keys to the truck. We then proceed over to the riot police trucks where she climbs up with two of the guys and turn on the sirens and riot hose.
The night ended with a few of us playing Uno with the riot police. I'm not making this up.
On an entirely different page, this morning I woke up at 5am to watch the cows of Adelboden make their way up to the higher alps, where they will graze for the summer. It's a huge deal each June, and the entire valley turns up to watch. Because the Swiss are all apparently morning people, it happens pretty much in the middle of the night.
I bussed up to the base of the alp with Naomi (the summer vollie from New Zealand) and two adults leading the troop that just arrived at Our Chalet. The five girls were still asleep, but the two leaders were these absolutely lovely women from Ohio, and the four of us together had a great time watching the cows, making fun of the rebel cow who decided to go hang out by the parked cars, and taking a gondola up the dramatic landscape to the top of Engstliganalp. Because Naomi and I had our dashing red staff neckers on, we all got a discount on the gondola, which is further proof that being a Girl Scout is like being dipped in Awesome Juice.
From the top, we could see the long line of cows winding their way up the steep, rocky paths and their very, very patient owners who moved them along. The leaders bought us hot chocolate from the restaurant up there because they are probably the nicest people ever, and we spent some time lounging around and listening to them give us love and life advice.
To make it back in time for breakfast, we gondola-ed down, and had just begun to walk back to the bus, when who should drive by? Häm, the man himself. He offered the four of us a ride back to Our Chalet, which is evidence that a) he is a kind man and b) we go to the bistro way too much. We accepted, made it home in time for toast and coffee, and a good time was had by all.
Is this real life?
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