Never mind that, though. It was different. A getaway. A chance to sleep and eat somewhere other than Zurich, which meant I didn't constantly see things that still needed to be finished in the apartment, or laundry, or dishes, or mail. We had another spectacular meal at Il Tartufo, with N and L (and A) who came with us to Locarno. In essence, it was a meal catered by a private chef for us. In a cozy little restaurant with a fireplace and space for the girls to play on the floor. We were the only ones there. It was very very nice.
And the babies had a great time chasing each other in the great apartment we found at a B&B on the hill near the monastery. We went on a boat ride to the other side of the lake where pretty much nothing was open and it was also chilly and damp. Baby A went back to crawling part time in order to chase the other Baby A around the kitchen table and down the hallways. They even learned to actually play together on something a few times. Not just near each other or stealing each others' toys.
Finally, there is a huge round loaf of Ticino bread in our kitchen waiting for us for breakfast, from the bakery near the train station. And a new app for buying train tickets, sitting on my phone. The conductor scanned the barcode on my phone screen. Crazy technology. And some moments of sunlight on the train trip home through the snowy alps.
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