We have been back almost two weeks now and the magical whiteness of the mountains is entering my thoughts before I go to bed. Before we all succumbed to our various illnesses that kept us in Geneva an extra week we had a few exceptional days in one of the most majestic places on earth.
Zermatt, remains, despite the crazy accelerating prices, the droves of nouveau rich Russians and the cumbersome lugging of skis, a pilgrimage to perfection. Once up in the heights of the mountains, alone in the snow with the just the sound of the wind and sun in your eyes for as far as you can see... well, it's my spiritual place.
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