Written by Mr Big W from Working Without A Net
One would usually think of Paris or a similar French town or village upon seeing Van Gogh’s ‘Café Terrace at Night.’ Me? Not so much. The first thing that came to mind for me was a weekend spent in Lucerne,
I was dating a lovely Swiss girl while stationed in
Our first night in town was spent at a local gasthaus drinking and just enjoying the time away from our barracks. I really just remember not having to be anywhere or do anything and relishing in the moment. The following morning, after a continental breakfast of fruits and breads and strong, strong coffee, we made our way downtown, where we spent several hours just walking around; our hosts providing an impromptu tour. I may be biased but I imagine no one had prettier or friendlier guides than the four of us.
Around , we stopped along the
We walked around more and made our way to that hill I expected to see Julie on and staged our own re-enactment. I have mentioned we spent three hours drinking, right? Back at the condo, we had a delicious dinner and spent the remainder of the evening out on the balcony drinking coffee and admiring the view.
We left the next morning, dreading the return to the dreariness of our military lives. It was one of the best weekends I ever spent while in the army. It was filled with good food, good drink and, most importantly, good friends. And that is why, nearly 20 years later, I remember it as if it were yesterday.