"Where to?" asked the driver.

"Hotel Sondereggli, please."

Moments later, he dropped me off in front of the familiar place. I checked in, unpacked, and then called my childhood friend, Erika Graff.

"Hi, Erika! It’s Regula."

"Well, hello! What a pleasant surprise! When are you coming to Europe?"

"I’m already here, in Switzerland, to be exact," I replied.

"Well, I’ll be darned. So you’re in Zurich already?"

"Actually, I’m in Davos."

"What?" she exclaimed excitedly. "So how come you and Peter didn’t just drive up to our house? Didn’t you rent a car?"

I replied, "Peter and I separated and –"

She interrupted, "Sorry to hear that."

"You misunderstand. We are getting along just fine. What I mean is, Peter and I parted in Zurich and are traveling in different directions. He took the rental car to Geneva where he’ll attend a literary convention, and he also plans to visit several of his friends in that region. I’m traveling by train and look forward to reuniting with some of mine. You’re first!"

"Gotcha! Give me about twenty-five minutes and I’ll pick you up at the station."

"I’ve already checked in at your father’s hotel."

"At the Sondereggli? Why did you do that?"

Mockingly I asked, "Isn’t it a good hotel?"

"Of course it’s good, even though Papa doesn’t own it any longer. But why not simply stay with us at Talblick?"

"I don’t want to impose on you."

"Don’t be silly. We’ll discuss your lodgings later. See you soon," and she hung up.