I Met my Prince!

Who would have thought that I’d meet “Prince Charming” in Switzerland?  I spent a quiet weekend in town and was feeling a little disappointed that I wouldn’t have an exciting excursion to share on my blog.  But then, as I was on my way to a Salsa dance lesson at the church on Saturday, I stumbled upon my prince.  We met along the path just beside my apartment.  It was a dark night and I almost didn’t see him until I bumped into him.  He was in no rush to move on, but I was speechless.  I did, however, manage to snap a picture of him before I walked on.  

At the Salsa lesson, there was a cute chico who only spoke Spanish that kept flirting with me.  His flirtations bolstered my courage to make my move if I saw Prince Charming again.  It was just my luck that we met again on my way home.

I’m sad to report that  I once again failed to say anything.  And I didn’t work up the nerve to kiss him let alone touch him.  If I had, I could have taken a picture holding him so that you could see that he’s as big as my hand!  He was very gracious and patient as I again snapped his photo.  But alas, I let him go on his merry way without any promise of a future encounter.