We had two backpacks, two plane tickets, and no reservations. Literally.
We flew into Zurich, Switzerland - and had a return ticket for 2 weeks later from Pisa, Italy.
Anything in between was up to us and our spur of the moment whim. It was liberating and freeing. With our two travel books, we'd simply decide every morning where we'd like to go to next (or if we'd like to stay where we were) - finding cheap rooms on the fly was not hard - and partaking in 'the chase' was often fun. (we only had ONE close call, in Florence. It was a holiday weekend there, and it took us almost 3 hours to find an available room) ;-) Those are the breaks.
Our adventure as mentioned, began in Switzerland.
From Zurich we took the train to Luzern, a small city on the water.
After a couple days spent strolling the cobblestone streets, eating fondue, and shopping for Swiss watches, we ventured on to one of my most favorite places on this earth. The swiss alps.
There are little villages dotting the alps region - and the only way to reach them are by lift, funicular, or by foot. We slept in the town of Murren, perched on a cliff.
We also spent one day venturing to the top of the Schilthorn. It took a string of the steepest and scariest lift rides I've ever been on in my entire life. We ventured so high, we found ourselves submersed in the clouds.
Even when out of the clouds, we were still only part of the way there. This station ahead was just a stop-over - we had to board yet another lift to finish the journey.
The view from the stop-over station. ALREADY above the clouds! The cable disappears into whiteness........!
REACHING THE TOP!!!!!
There is a rotating restaurant, commissioned and built originally for one of the early 007 films.