Here is another of the images from Switzerland. This time the venue is Lake Silvaplana, located just south of Saint Moritz, a vacation spot known to be … a popular destination of the upper class and international jet set, as well as one of the most expensive ski resorts in the world. Apparently St. Moritz is a must see and so it was that we drove from Bivio, and along the Julier Pass. Suffice it to say that Joanna and I felt very much out-of-place as we walked the cobbled streets of this upper-crust destination. In anticipation of our trip Joanna made sure that I packed appropriate cold-weather garb. Because most of my outerwear has been worked at the farm, much of it is stained, torn, or otherwise disreputable. And so I brought along my freshly laundered good coat and new hat, gloves, and hiking boots. I thought I looked quite presentable. Walking the streets of St. Moritz however I quickly concluded that I didn’t fit in. And, this wasn’t just a feeling, for I could see my reflection in the store windows and I could, literally, see that I looked different. I felt better when my companions and I made for some of the older parts of the city which have been preserved and which are less frequented by those who flock to this playground for the well-heeled and well-to-do. The sun was setting as we made our way back to Bivio and so we stopped at the lake. I liked this view especially well for the way in which is suggests a sense of peace and tranquility. I know that there are many folks who welcome travel, anywhere and everywhere. I marvel at bloggers like Gin, who you may visit at Darwin on the rocks and around the world, who seems to thrive on travel and adventure. Although I have nothing against meeting new people and visiting new and interesting places, I wish I could experience them from right here … from just outside my backdoor. I enjoyed the time I spent looking out across the still waters of Lake Silvaplana. It calmed me just a bit, for it reminded me of home.