Yesterday we decided to drive to France. After getting lost and accidentally ending up at the Zoll (customs) for trucks and being told by a severe Swiss woman to turn around, we eventually found the motorway. We drove about 45 minutes up to Colmar, a decent-sized city with a pretty historic center in the Alsace. We spent a couple of hours walking around, freezing our butts off, and eating hearty Alsatian cuisine (e.g., I had ham and potatoes drowned in the stinky local Munster cheese). Then we drove to a nearby wine village called Eguisheim that had been recommended by friends. They knew of a vintner who spoke English, so we went and had an excellent and informative tasting (we were the only ones there), and left with a few bottles of wine. All that and back home in time for dinner--best of all, we were waved right through the border crossing into Switzerland and didn't have to play 20 questions with the border guards for once...