May 7, 2011
This is my fifth post about my dream vacation to Switzerland. I decided to feature the Swiss Alpine Horns. They are quite unusual. The first time I heard the Alpine Horns was on the train after I left the arrival gate at the Zurich Airport. When the train stops you can hear the horns blow - but I didn't know that at the time. The cows moo and their bells ring, which of course I recognized. Because these sounds were recordings, I didn't understand or know that these were the sounds that make up the culture of Switzerland. Nor did I know that these were the sounds used to greet visitors or welcome people home.
It wasn't until I walked the mountainsides during an evening walk on my second Sunday here that I heard actual Swiss Alpine Horns in the evening. The sound floated through the air like something I never heard before. It was truly something worth hearing.
On one of my solo walking hikes I wandered into a Swiss Alpine Horn shop where I met the owners who were working in their shop. I didn't speak German; they spoke little English. However, the men let me walk around and examine the horns. We smiled and nodded a lot. The one man was especially proud of his horns and lifted them up for me to get a better look at the art work and the quality of the horn. And when he played it, I felt as if it was as close to being serenaded by something that wasn't human or made by human hands. In that moment, I was altered because of the fresh scent of the hand carved Swiss Alpine horns and the notes that became absorbed into my body and soul with a sound that could have pushed me off the edge of the summit plateau. Conversations were muted. Thoughts of anything else were silenced. All that there was, was a sound that passed through me
Lucky for me, I heard the Swiss Alpine Horns as I took my final late night stroll with my daughter and son-in-law through the countryside, where the sheep and cows bells chimed in, making sounds that made an indelible imprint in my heart that sounded like a magic kingdom. This was a beautiful night and the weather was perfect. The sounds were supreme. For one last time, I stared at a Chalet and thanked God for all the beautiful wonders here on earth.
I was happy! I was really, really happy. I could see myself feeling at home behind the windows with the shutters. For this felt like peace, the peace I yearned for.
Switzerland is a canton, a place with a heart all its own. As I walked vales and primeval hills down the country hillsides, I was mesmerized by its simple beauty. All around me were farms and the patchwork fields used for farming. Amidst the clouds the Alps poked their sharp peaks up with pride. And I walked behind, and sometimes side by side, my daughter Carrie Ann and her husband Marco who paved the way, down the road, to where they live. How could I leave them?
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