Alps and the cinnamon bun

It was two weeks ago that I got into a car and, just 2 hours later, stepped out of the car to inhale the air of the Alps while listening to the cows gazing in the meadows as you can hear them very well with bells attached to each of them. I put on my hiking bag, full of water, tea, a houmous sandwich and a decently sized cinnamon bun, and with a cold northern wind blowing, I walked and walked and walked.