After our month in Slovenia, we once again hit the road and made our way to Switzerland to see our friend Franz. When we arrived he had it all made up for us - our own apartment! The kitchen had everything and there was a little table and a few air beds for us, with chocolate bunnies tucked under our pillows and chocolate bars in the fridge (all from the Lindor chocolate factory nearby - delicious!), which was 1000 times better than sleeping in Hotel Daihatsu (our car), in the Swiss Alps, with only one sweater and fleece blanket, beside the highway and a frozen pile of manure.
We met Franz's parents and had a barbecue dinner with Dad by the grill, so he is now known as both . . .