By golly, it was wonderful.

Today  I am in Zermatt, Switzerland.

I've been here four days and my walking count is going up every day. Good news, especially at altitude of 5,000 plus feet. (Yes, I still think in old statistics.)

Enjoying family time with the grandchildren every afternoon because we are too old to risk our necks on the ski slopes now. Oh that we could, but it just isn't a good idea. One has to admit that one's muscles don't have the same strength as they once did, not to mention balance and reaction time, all of which could result in an accident to someone else, never mind us.  The in-between generation is carrying on the banner beautifully, and the kids are doing great.

Meanwhile, we explore the town, which is something we never had time to do when we were skiing. After a hard days skiing, we summoned up the effort required to get us into the lift and then to the Beau Site's swimming pool and that was it for an hour, not that we swam a lot. But the jacuzzi was excellent for pummelling those tired muscles. And floating weightless seemed to be just what we needed.

Tonight we had a wonderful meal. I ate Green Thai Lamb, and by golly, it was wonderful. A night to remember.