New Year’s is called Silvester and it is celebrated the same in Switzerland as in the U.S. (except that the church bells all go off for the new year). Elisa and I had a fun LOUD trip to Interlaken with some friends and friends-of-friends. Interlaken is about 2 hours away and we had been meaning to go see it ever since we moved here.
Pretty much we sledded with the kids to entertain ourselves. It was perfect snow for snowball fights. I haven’t had so much fun in the snow since I was a kid. We didn’t ever get around to skiing or paragliding because the kids were too fun to play with.
For New Year’s, someone (ahem, Nik) had the bright idea of giving torches to all the kids to carry around for an evening walk. 😐 And then everyone went indoors to light off fireworks in the dining room. 😕 The fireworks blew toys out of the top, so all the kids sat around looking down the barrel, fighting each other to get the first goodies. 😯 Much good crying was had all around. Elisa and I left the room when the gunpowder smell reached us. We hid out in the kitchen–again–where we could be by ourselves. We really had a wonderful time.
We got to see a lot of pretty stuff on the way home. It was a really beautiful train ride. On the way there it was in the dark so on the way home we realized how pretty it was.