Plan "B"

This is going to be one of those not so funny entries. Two stories unrelated to each other except they occurred in the same country. First, my feet. When my manager told me I was going to Zürich, I thought it would be a neat idea to get a picture of my feet in front of the Matterhorn - THE Matterhorn. The original if you will. I landed in Switzerland on Sunday afternoon and tried to get as much sleep as I could. I awoke early the next morning, which put my body into shock since 7am there was like waking up at 5pm here. 4 hours and 3 trains later, I had arrived to an overcast Zermatt. When I finally got into position, all my efforts were thwarted by clouds.



Essentially, the Matterhorn wasn't there. I wandered around are a while, but the weather just started getting worse. Finally, it started snowing. Then, it started snowing horizontal! The whole trip seemed - well, the whole trip was - well, metaphorical.

I've been to the Matterhorn, but I've never seen the Matterhorn. I've looked directly at the Matterhorn, but I can't tell you what it looks like from personal experience.

Second story of Switzerland (bad witness) will have to come later. It's not bad or anything. It's just that I had an opportunity to keep my mouth shut, and I didn't. Perhaps it was o.k.. Perhaps I was just being transparent and didn't want to paint Christianity in an unreal light. Perhaps something greater, more troubling. I pray not.