It seems the weather is not so sure what to do today. At the bottom blue sky, which is the bit we are getting at the moment and a little bit of sun, but just a little bit. The rest is grey and troubled, which probably means the rest of the day will not be so positive, although I really planned on a little walk this afternoon. I have now been inside since Saturday and am getting claustraphobic feelings. Even my camera is complaining with nothing new on the disc.
In the “good old days” of being a working woman, I was happy to do nothing and go nowhere on a holiday break. I could tank up. The kitchen was full of food and I could forget the daily stress of office work, shopping in between, and trying to keep the place clean and tidy. Today I just keep the place clean and tidy and go shopping now and again. It is funny, when you had to do everything it was just life and now I ask myself how I managed to do it all. Today is still this Easter thing, although no longer as it used to be. No. 1 son has even gone to work, as the boss called.
I had one of those nights where I was still laying awake at 2 a.m., but somewhere on the way I fell asleep, although one of those sleeps full of dreams. I should really stop reading books about dragons before going to bed.
I decided to cook boiled bacon with green beans and boiled potato today and somewhere along the way I will also cook one of those smoked sausages with it. It was something I could already get last week, as you can keep smoked stuff for a while and it was no brainer to buy alrady. It is also something that I can begin cooking already after breakfast. I could, of course, prepare it in the pressure cooker, but there is no need. This morning I am not going places and seeing things so have nothing better to do.
It was interesting to see how the others decide to suffer because of the Easter holidays. Switzerland is small, but in the Southern part they speak Italian, where you find places like Lugano and Locarno. We spent holidays there many years ago, but it was not our favourite place to go, because everyone went there. The Italian part of Switzerland has a different climate. It is where the palm trees grow on the streets, the place where you find some tropical vegitation, and also famous for various film festivals. It is the place to spend the summer, which is one of the reasons we stopped going there. It was overcrowded and full of tourists just passing through. Although it would be only 2-3 hours by motorway, it usually developed to a 5-6 hour journey as everyone wanted to go there. We arrived with a frustrated car driver and kids that had progressed into the miserable, crying stages and you were lucky if they all arrived without barfing in the car on the way.
Another negative of the journey is the Gotthard mountain pass, although they have now built a good road going over it. However, the main road to take is the tunnel through the Gotthard. There used to be a train on which you could load your car, but since all the new expensive road improvements with a new faster tunnel, the possiblitiy no longer exists. We would often put the car on the train through the tunnel: a 20 minute ride and no road stress, but now everyone goes through the road tunnel.
The result is that at holiday times, there can be a congestion. We have just got through the Easter holiday and already on Good Friday (again not so good) there was a 4 hour traffic jam on the route, mainly caused by the tourists from the other parts of Switzerland. And then there was the car crash in the tunnel. Another feature of the journey towards sunny Ticino (the name of the area) with the result that everyone had to take the high road over the Gotthard pass because the tunnel was impassable. There are a few other alternatives, but if not higher, than longer – the Lukmanier or Saint Bernhard are also alternatives. Not only does the Saint Berhard have the famous dogs, but also traffic jams. Yesterday the return journeys for the tourist began and traffic jams were again reported of 3-4 hours. What fun. A holiday in sunny Ticino camping out on the motorway.
If Mr. Swiss and I decide to go to the Ticino we take the train to either Lugano or Lucano. No problem, but we now prefer to stay at home and watch it all on the news on the TV.
The local rowan tree