Alps are a real Swiss high point
I FELT a bit "blonde" not being able to tell the difference between sleet and snow, but having never seen either before, I thought I was justified.
I found out what was falling on me when I jumped off the cable car that had taken me high up into the Swiss Alps was in fact sleet. But it wasn't long until snowflakes were landing on my nose and eyelashes - and I quickly realised how different the two were.
What felt like an eternity was spent singing and dancing around the observation deck of Mount Stanserhorn to the only song that encompassed how we were feeling - My Favourite Things from The Sound of Music.
It didn't matter that the film was set in Austria and only at the end of it did the von Trapps climb the Alps to Switzerland: the musical had a place in all our hearts.
On top of the 2000m mountain brings a panoramic view of the alpine region which includes many lakes and quaint townships below.
But I'll have to take people's word on that, because the day I was up there, I could only see white.
There is nothing more exciting than going up the side of a mountain in a cable car and not being able to see where you are headed and where you have come from.
It was exhilarating, and probably the best time for anyone who is scared of heights to go up a mountain.
The fog and cloud were strangely warming and even when I was dancing around in the snow, I was not cold.
We had the most delicious lunch at the revolving restaurant at Mt Stanserhorn, Rondorama, which is open from breakfast to dinner.
There was a massive cheese platter for our entree, warming meat dishes for our main and of course chocolate for dessert.
That had to be my main weakness overseas: Swiss chocolate. But once you go Swiss, you never go back.
The girls I was travelling with probably ate their weight in chocolate, and I wasn't far behind them.
It is hard to eat inferior chocolate now in Australia but even eating Swiss chocolate here is not the same.
I farewelled the mountain that had ticked off the number one thing on the bucket list - to see snow - and headed down to the quaint township of Stans at the foot of the Alps.
On the little train to the bottom, we looked on as locals walked up and down the slope of the mountain, visiting friends and feeding livestock. It was thirsty work, just watching them.
So when we arrived at the heart of Stans, we had a drink and hit the one shop in the village, which included a supermarket, deli and cafe.
The top priority for my fellow travellers was to buy some vacuum-sealed cheese to take back to Australia.
I was already on the verge of going over my weight limit with all my souvenirs, so I opted to give the cheese a miss.
Next, we wandered the streets of Stans, taking in the beautiful architecture, sights and history.
We stumbled across a gorgeous old church and as I had not stepped inside one for about three years, I decided it was time to take the plunge and get back in touch with the higher power.
When I am travelling, I am more aware of just how fleeting life is.
I prayed for a few minutes and then just sat in the old church, taking in the enormity of the surrounds, reflecting on my trip and especially my grandmother who had always told me stories about faraway lands she had wanted me to visit. It is sad I didn't get a chance to visit them with her but she is always with me in spirit on my adventures.
She said travelling would help me learn about this beautiful world we live in and help me grow as a person, and she was right. After a few nostalgic minutes, I was back to reality, which in truth felt like a fairytale.
We left the sleepy village in which I believe I could live and headed for another peaceful and tranquil traditional Swiss town, Hergiswil, to a glass factory.
We arrived at Glasi Hergiswil and someone said we were going into a glass maze. I squealed so high, I was scared it would shatter the glass.
There is something about mazes that turns me from a somewhat level-headed person into a giggling and crazy-like child.
So it was off into the maze with only our glow-in-the-dark white gloves and shoes to guide us through.
I tell you what, when the attendants say to you to keep your hands out in front at all times, it is not a joke. I decided to test this and I ran smack bang into a glass wall - it was a little embarrassing but mainly just hilarious and I learnt my lesson.
But the reason for visiting the glass factory was not just for the maze, but also to learn the art of glassblowing.
On one hand, glassblowing looks relatively easy: put the metal pole into the cauldron of liquid, pull it out and place it in the mould and then carefully twirl and blow the glass to the specifications of the object needed. But factor in extremely hot working conditions, the possibility of burning yourself and dripping boiling liquid, and suddenly it doesn't seem so simple.
I was given the opportunity to create a large glass decoration in the shape of a light bulb and luckily it turned out perfectly, but the instructor did have to 90% of the work for that to happen.
All I really had to do was twirl the stick and blow into the mouthpiece. At least I can say I did it, and now it is the centrepiece in my living room, filled with red and white sand.
I think that is one of the great things about travelling - all the unique pieces of jewellery, clothes and decorations you come home with that bring a smile to your face when you wear or see them.
I still have some Swiss chocolate in the fridge, but we'll have to see how long that lasts.