My adopted new Grandpa, not one word of English but I figured out he's the owner of the oldest restaurant in Zermat and he figured out I can't prepare swiss beef broth soup on my own.
In honor of the snow and Christmas and the fact that that one Walt Disney movie is about to come out, I present to you the Matterhorn. And I have to hand it to Walt, he did a fabulous job on making sure his replica looked exactly like the real deal, and actually, for the sake of redundancy, Zermatt looks exactly like Disneyland too. Like if destinations were babushkas, Disneyland could totally be Zermatt's identical baby infant babooshka. So most of my time here I meandered through the no-cars-allowed town of Zermatt and played peeping tom to the perfect log cabins perfectly landscaped windows and doors. I couldn’t not be a creeper, I can envision myself downing my fifth cup of coffee for the day while sitting in my sheep wool covered leather sling chair(buy me this one please) by the crackling wood stove in one of those perfect log cabins with a view of the Matterhorn. But now back to reality; by this point in our extravaganza I don’t think I could have been more over fondue and really could of used one of those overpriced turkey legs that can be found all over the magic kingdom. So we substituted escargot for turkey legs, and Brianna quietly dry heaved from across the table. The only down side to my stay in Zermatt was that I only got to see the peak of the Matterhorn for about two minutes, otherwise a hovering cloud meandered around it for the rest of the day, and the next morning the clouds took over the whole sky. Waaah. First world problems right?