Traveling sought from Frankfurt to a Swiss village was like downshifting gears.
The aggressive pace of a German Autobahn forces one to hurry. No one likes to admit either advancing age or inferior automobile, so speed is mandatory.
Once safely across the border into Switzerland, the 120 Km/h speed limit and strict enforcement reduces pressure and compels a slower pace. Swiss police have been known to impound cars of speeders. Still, the divided highways permits rapid progressive across this tiny country.
This pace slows--and often grinds to a halt--once one turns onto secondary roads in mountain valleys. (Switzerland has little flat land, especially in the east and south.) To reach the remote mountain village we want to visit, we must maneuver along a narrow, winding road behind slow-moving trucks, campers, cars, and the odd tractor.
Construction sites are frequent, because winter road damage must be repaired each summer. Of course, this helps to ensure full employment, because ski instructors and lift operators have something to keep them busy during the off-season.
So, although the pace of the last leg of the journey might be slower, frustration has increased. After six hours behind the wheel, one wants to reach the destination, any destination.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.