Switzerland is a dream for anyone who likes to take pictures.  No matter where you turn, the view is spectacular.  We stayed at the Belvedere Hotel in Wengen, a quaint, old hotel with a two-man elevator and breathtaking views of the Alps.  Our room had a little balcony with a couple wooden chairs where, in the evenings, we put our feet up, sipped hot chocolate, and did nothing but absorb the incredibly fresh air.  Wengen is perched high above the valley floor, and we travelled easily around by train, cable car, and bus.  Our second day, we hiked from Murren to Gimmelwald.  The weather was perfect, and we stopped to watch a pair of striped parasails swoop gracefully to the valley floor.  Our path wound gracefully between the two villages, and we marvelled at the untouched mounds of wild flowers gracing the trail with their shades of red, yellow, and purple.  Every so often we spotted someone, in the Swiss tradition, quietly tending a well-groomed garden of lettuce, cabbage, or squash and gathering its produce.   Gimmelwald was as perfect as Rick promised, and it was almost impossible to leave.