Mothers weekend

That very Freitag friday (?) my Mum arrived from England for the weekend to find a new husband with riches beyond her imagination, however most people assumed I was her toyboy.
In true English spirit I will describe the weather conditions first. The freiday was a sweltering introduction, the saturday a temperate affair, sunday began cloudy AND misty but brightened in the afternoon, monday was a miserable bastard.
So as sson as She steps from the plane she is taken against her will to the Freitag party, she would have sat outside in protest of their prices had it not been so hot. We took in some fine argentinian barbeque and a train trip home to Luzern, past an inferno of burning tyres, which were trying to blot the sky out, it was like an Iraqi oil field.
We had a leisurely start on saturday and took in the local market and various other tourist must do's (chocolate shops, Swiss army knife shops, jewellers etc), I think the sites and sounds their usual hypnotic effect and she feel in Love with the town.
Sunday we took a boat trip across the lake to Vitznau. Our boat chugged along at a healthy pace scaring swans and the like, stopping here and there at various harbours sometimes in the shadow of a cliffs and also into harbours with carribean festivals. The boat had a deliberate and consistent sound, which made me sleepy. Vitznau has little to offer in terms of tourism, aside from the fact that is a pleasant suburban village on the lake with a harbour guard with an astonishing moustache. We took a private cable car about a quarter of the way up Rigi (a mountain) and took in a local restaurant. I say restaurant, it was more liek a bar/socila club. It was diffeicult to imagine people living at this height in these remote conditions with such an amazing backdrop, but here they were playing cards and drinking beer as old friends. The cable car is 10 times scarier on the way down, launching over gulfs and over houses and trees, we can't take photos quick enough. Every new place I travel to provides novel views and dramatic scenery each as breath-taking as each other. Our trip home is on a paddle boat, two gaint wheels thrash through the water at high speed, its engine room exposed to the publics scrutiny.
Monday is a quiet walk around town in the grey light and persistent drizzle, its a sad way to finsih her trip, but at least she has the whoel spectrum of Swiss weather. I only hope that she had as much fun as we did.