It wasn’t something I can put my finger on, like a tornado, but somewhere along the way from St. Moritz to Lugano, we knew we were no longer in Kansas.

Why were we no longer the center of a 360 degree panoramic view of proud mountain peaks? No longer spinning in amazement, I am now staring straight ahead at sparkling lakes.

Where is that chill in the air that has been replaced by the warmth of a friendly sun?

Why is there confusion at the train station, and where did all of those immaculate WC’s go to?

Where are all of those Guten Morgens spoken in hushed tones? Now, there are lots of Buenjournos and lots of loud people talking with their hands.

This yellow brick road is pretty exciting. We are not sure where it leads, but we think the Wizard is with us all the way.