The Alsace Region of

Germany, Switzerland and France

 

Vineyard on the hill just above Ed and Dorothy's house.  Dorothy helps these neighbors harvest their grapes when they are ripe.

 

Ed and Dorothy Moehl, with their high school son, Marty,  live in southern Germany about 10 miles north of the point where Germany, Switzerland and France meet.  Dorothy is my sister, and we had not visited them in Germany in about seven years, so Pat and I decided to make the journey.

We landed in Basel, Switzerland, and with the choice of exiting the terminal into Switzerland or into France, we followed Ed's instructions to take the exit into France, where Ed and Dorothy met us.  We had soon crossed the Rhine River, which put us into the rolling hills of Germany.  This is prime wine producing land, interspersed with horse farms and areas of woods.  On meandering two land roads, we went through a small town about every 3 or 4 kilometers, many with only a few hundred residents.  It was in the small town of Egringen that we came upon Ed and Dorothy's spacious three story house. 

After relaxing a bit, it was time to pick Marty up at Black Forest Academy, so I accompanied Ed as we wound through the inviting hills about 7 kilometers to the school.  When we arrived, Marty gave me the grand tour of the school, an international school with much the same flavor as Morrison Academy, in Taiwan, which my siblings and I attended.

 

The Church in Riedlingen, on the way to Black Forest Academy, where Marty goes to school.

 

Swiss autobahn, Hwy 2.

 

The next day, Pat and I picked up a rental car, and drove for three hours, south through Switzerland, to Lugano, on the Swiss-Italian border.  It was a beautiful day and we enjoyed the snow capped alps and the tiny communities of Swiss chalets clinging to the the meadows.  The Gotthard Pass was still closed for snow, so we drove through the 17 kilometer Gotthard Tunnel, one of the longest tunnels in the world.  

Approaching Lugano, we rendezvoused with Ercilia, and she lead us through narrow streets, teaming with BMWs, Alpha Romeos and the occasional Masserati, to Leonardo's flat on the fifth floor of a condominium, looking squarely onto Lake Lugano.  

Leonardo was soon home from the bank, and after visiting for awhile, he set about preparing dinner.  We knew he was a gourmet cook, but we were not expecting to have the finest Italian meal we have ever enjoyed: risotto with hand grated hard parmesan cheese,  mozzarella and tomato salad, the mozzarella made properly from buffalo milk, and Steak Dianne, in a rich dijon mustard and wine sauce.  This was served with his own Rothschild Lafitte wine and followed with a desert wine.  The meal lasted through the evening, and we enjoyed catching up 

 

Pat and Ercilia, overlooking Lake Lugano, Switzerland.

 

 

Lake Lugano, looking into Italy.

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