Don't think we never got to show you around. We lived in Bavaria, the foothills of the Alps were our backyard. It was hard to not be impressed. And the one thing that the Army was pretty good about was the amount of leave time it bestowed. Plus weekends we would often camp in Switzerland; it was very close. Not a bad life.
But we did have to do it all on the cheap. Even though gas for the Europeans was extremely expensive, for the GIs it was next to nothing. It was easy to be mobile with a borrowed pup tent. So we would camp during the good weather, and it was extremely picturesque wherever we were. Breathtaking much of the time. What seemed so amazing to me was how different it was than the States. Driving up a mountain, we would see a herd of huge cows with huge bells hung from their necks. And the kicker was stopping and getting out with our picnic lunch(cheese and crackers, ham if we were flush)and going and sitting among them to enjoy the sunshine. There were no fences, so we just made ourselves at home. Just us three and the girls. Holding you up next to one for a picture, it was so idyllic and charming, never wanted such a perfect moment to end.
On one trip we were camping up on the side of a steep mountain in Switzerland in just a tiny little place. We got there and set up the tent close to twilight, so didn't get a chance to look around much. In the morning we were awakened by a symphony of those ponderous cowbells in the misty valley directly below us as the cows began to meander and greet the day. Some alarm clock! It was surreal. So magical. Want to go back?
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