The owners will tell you: “It’s the last house”, meaning the hotel is located far up, deep into this glorious valley. At night, you are immersed in a magical silence, where the only noise you can hear is the wood floor creaking under the feet of someone who retire to their room last, never too late. At breakfast, the homemade strawberry and rhubarb jam with butter and mountain bread brings back memories of a happy childhood. Every morning, the chef walks to the vegetable garden and you follow him from behind the window. You ride a mountain bike along the river in the direction of the glacier until you get to a lake, the wind and the sound of cowbells in your ears. Around you, cows graze freely in the fields.
Words Meraviglia Paper, pictures courtesy My Switzerland.