Engadine makes you feel as if you stepped inside the heart of the Alps. Strikingly craggy mountains rise on either side of an astonishingly green valley punctuated by alpine lakes.
We stopped in the town of Sils, which has an alpine lake with roe deer at its shores. The Waldhaus Hotel, a chateau that advertises in The New Yorker, overlooks the town. A peninsula sticks out into the lake, and we walked out to a point where another family with a big black dog was reading a plaque.
The world is deep,
And deeper than the day has thought.
"That's the Midnight Song from Friedrich Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra," explained the big black dog with a loud bark.
"That's wotten-waven," I replied with a series of yips that were shushed by Dad.
What says the deep midnight?
Not sure what the deep midnight says in Engadine. We would have needed a bank loan to spend the night there.
Tootsie, I can't let my dogs read over my shoulder because you have such picturesque adventures and they'll be jealous! You lead an exciting and literate existence.
ReplyDeleteAh, thank you. We need a bicontinental wiener club for sausage travel. I do wonder what Nietzsche would think about being included in a dog blog!
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