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Zermatt.
Zermatt itself is a beautiful resort town; it allows no cars on its streets so it is necessary to take a train to the town itself. Since we had no intention of hiking our stuff up and paying for a place to park the car, we camped at the tiny town of Tasch at the bottom of the mountain. After we set up our tent, it started to rain and it continued to rain for the next two days.
It clouded the peaks, blew wind in and made the mountain treacherous. We were unable to see the beauty that lay before us. If it wasn't for Jonathan's passion for skiing we would have never been able to truly see the Matterhorne in all its glory. We waited one day, and the weather broke and that was enough for us. We were up bright and early and on the mountain as soon as the train started running. It was magnificent up there. There were crevasses and canyons and the view of the Matterhorn was gorgeous, it was so close we felt like we could have climbed it ourselves.
After a brief stop to watch the Austrian Grand Prix at a friend's house we drove way towards Italy. We drove late into the night and decided to sleep after we reached Italy. I think that we both would have slept better on the Swiss side of the border. The stories that I had heard about Italy had made me very nervous but after that first night we decided that caution is good, but don't fret and make the trip miserable.
The next morning we made a beeline to the small city of Urbino. We decided to spend some time there and just relax with our friend Anna Metcalfe. Since she had been living there for two weeks already we would let her show us around. It is a very
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