The majestic Engadine, my summer home for so many years - the end of an amazing three months!
I moved on Monday to an apartment just below the station. It was a great location and spacious, with the exception of the bathroom. Whoever the architect was should be fired! To get on or off the toilet required a certain amount of agility, as the sink actually reached the toilet and the shower was on the other side of it. The only way off the toilet was to slide the shower door back and, the easiest, put one foot in the shower! Interesting indeed! Otherwise, all was wonderful. Herbert, Dennis’s father, and I went to Guarda whilst the classes took place on Monday. I really didn’t like the aggressive driving of the locals, so future days I took a train and bus pass where I could relax and enjoy the phenomenal scenery. Guarda is most certainly one of my favourite villages. I visit every year and never tire of the gorgeous sgraffiti on the walls of the coloured houses. The pottery, where I had planned to learn how to make clay cows is a massive drawcard. Sadly, Covid got in the way, but a...
