My free-handed climb up to the 10,000 foot summit of Mt. Titlis would have impressed even the most skilled mountain climbers!
We had meant to be here by 10:30pm, leaving us with more than enough time. But our train had run into a bit of a delay and it’s 11:15pm when my traveling companion and I hear the announcement for Lucerne. The platform is crowded, our packs make us double-wides and complicate the tight situation we’re in. We hurriedly make our way to the main entrance, and I think I’m lightening up our circumstances when I sing-say, “We’re late! We’re late! For a very important date!” But I’m shot a look that says I’m not funny.
The next thing I knew Bernie yelled, “Run!” and I ran. I ran and I ran until I wasn’t running anymore …
When I was a little girl I wanted to be an archaeologist and dig up mummies in Egypt, I wanted to stand in front of the Taj Mahal wearing a beautiful Hijab, and I wanted to go hang-gliding in the Swiss Alps. I hadn’t heard of the term “backpacking” and certainly had never traveled farther than a state or two, but I had a globe in my room and knew I wanted to be on the other side of it one day.