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Snow-covered Alps.

The snow covered alps in the horizon, and although it's a bit nippy, it's a beautiful day here in the Swiss countryside. Yesterday was the wedding and it was varied and fun and I think the couple getting married managed to include all the different things they wanted in the day. It is a strange feeling though to understand nothing of what is said and be totally dependent on translation. Swiss-German is definitely a unique sing-songy language. Thankfully the weather turned  out nice and all in all it was a nice day. I just finished breakfast and soon I'll be headed back to Amsterdam. Making the most of filling my lungs with clean mountain air before heading back to being 3 meters below sea level and surrounded by multitudes. My mind has started to race again and I am trying to remain just a little longer in chill mode. Wanting to figure out  how can live relaxed on the midst of busyness, which seems a to be something you have to fight for and the moments of entering it are scarce. I'm going to enjoy the mountains a little longer and let my heart be fascinated by God and His creation. After all, the more I know Him, the more trust I will have in Him, and then the place of trust and peace will be closer still.

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