Last night I had my first European clubbing experience. Not a fan. I would rather be in a place where I can hear the people I'm with, not be choking on the haze of the smoke filling the room and have the freedom to move without touching people all the time. The dancing girls on platforms didn't work to improve my opinion of the clubbing experience.

My Sunday in Rapperswil was much more enjoyable. It's a quaint Swiss village, and I saw a castle! I pretended to be Rapunzel for a while, then realized that no one wanted to play along. The brisk wind and rain necessitated a quick walk around the village.

The best part of the day had to be our raclette lunch. Who knew that potatoes, pickles, onions and cheese would be so delicous? Carson and I devoured our lunch and in the aftermath, realized that we had just consumed a block of cheese between the two of us.

Of course, I needed to follow up that meal with a kinder egg. What is a kinder egg? I'm so glad you asked. It's like cracker jacks, except 1,000 times better. The problem with cracker jacks is that the prize is the best part. The kinder egg is a Swiss chocolate egg with a prize in the middle. Both highly anticipated. Brilliant.