A small adventure in Switzerland

saas switzerland

Switzerland is hands down the most beautiful country I have ever been in. It doesn’t even look real and it doesn’t feel real because it is just too pretty. I am extremely jealous of every person that lives near the alps because I could just stare at them all day and be content.

Also, the air has a very fresh mountain smell. I was never in the city, just small villages so Zurich and other places are probably much different than the towns/villages I have been in. I grew up near the ocean so I am used to the smell of the sea but not this type of air, it was real mountain air and I loved it.

Now I wasn’t actually on vacation, I was working for the family I AuPaired for. I never had any days off in Switzerland but my hours weren’t too long, 8am-11am, then 2pm-5/6pm. We were there for about a week and if I had the chance, I would move there. I know I said that about Munich, but I would also move to Switzerland…maybe it will happen one day. Who knows.


The houses in Saas, Switzerland look like gingerbread houses dotted along the hills. They were brown and had decorative shutters with green, white and red designs painted on them. A lot of houses also had plants hanging from the windows, they just looked so cute and so well put together. Also, the Saas train station I went to had cows next to it with bells on. I felt like I was on a movie set.

I had one funny experience in Switzerland I must share. My best friend, the 4-year-old I looked after, was out skiing with her family and accidentally went to the bathroom (#2) in her ski suit. I was with the mother and the baby at the chalet so the dad called to see if we could come get her. We took the train and went up the gondola and arrived.

When we got there, my friend seemed a bit embarrassed by her accident so I tried to cheer her up by telling her this happens to everyone at some point in their lives. Accidents can happen! The mother then told me to get the gondola back down the mountain, then catch the train which comes once an hour back to the chalet. I knew this was not going to happen. I 100% knew it. I asked the mother what should I do if (when) I missed the train and she assured me I wouldn’t. The train was coming in exactly 20 mins and that is how long the gondola ride was so I figured we would catch the bus or something. It was my problem it seemed because the mother just didn’t think the gondola took that long and in hindsight I should have been more insistent.

gondola switzerland

Myself and my little friend got on the gondola and began our descent. The whole ride smelled like someone had let a big one rip, I opened the window but it didn’t make much of a difference. She began to lighten up about 10 mins into the ride and seemed to get excited that she had some time with just me and her because usually I had to share my time with her sister and her brother. My friend stood up and started talking about all the trees and good she was getting at skiing. I agreed.

Sure enough, as we were about 2 mins away from landing, I saw the train pull in the station and then out. Awesome. Now to navigate the all-German bus route to the station that I didn’t know the name of and I had only to rely on the memory and language skills of a four-year-old.

train station says

This is how it went:

I didn’t want to let my friend know that I had no idea where to go so I just said our plans changed and now we were going to take the bus, she seemed unfazed by this. I went to the bus station sign to figure out which number to take and of course it didn’t say which stop was in the place where we were staying so I casually told her I was going to ask someone a question about it. We went over to a random person (nobody was working at the station at the time) and I asked if he spoke English or French and he said no so then I proceeded to speak to him in my very broken German. This went about as well as you would expect. After a minute of confusing back and forth I asked my little friend if she could ask the nice man in German which station is in Saas (I think there were more than one but luckily I remembered the road name where we were staying). Also, which direction is that again?

So we find out our route after taking to about 3 people and then we wait and our bus comes about 15 mins later. We get on and all goes well from there, I spoke with a very nice older woman who said she would let me know when to get off which was very sweet of her. My little friend seemed to be enjoying this change of scenery and started singing to herself as she looked out the window and then asked me hushed questions about the people around us. How old is that man? Why does he look so serious?

saas station switzerland

Our time came to get off the bus as the older woman came over to let me know. We thanked her and got off and then the bus drove away. I looked around and recognized nothing. Absolutely nothing. Unlike the train station, which was about a 3 minute walk from the chalet, the bus was apparently not. I didn’t want my friend to know I didn’t know where we were so I just pretended that I can control of things and we were just going to take a little stroll. Mind you, it has been about 40 minutes since I picked her up on the ski hill and she has been sitting in her own excrement for at least that long and the temperature when you are down in the valley is much higher than up on the alps. Poor thing. Lucky for us, she was a good sport and seemed to be way over it now.

I looked around and noticed that the hill we were on dipped down a bit so I figured it would be best to go there, as I remembered that the train station was at the very bottom of the hill so we should pass right by the chalet if we go down. We cross the road and start walking for about 5 minutes and come to a little setup/shrine to Jesus and my little friend wants to kneel down and pray. I allow her to do this and also kneel down with her. She crossed my forehead and hers and we get up and go about our way. We continue on our way and then my little friend then sees some sheep and asks me if we can go pet them, I say yes because why not. She prances over, still in her ski suit and ski boots and we go over to the sheep and talk about how cute they are but how they might not make the best pets.

chalet switzerland


At this time, I am thinking we really should have been back by now so I shooed her along and we started walking again. As we were walking she said to me that she was warm and tired and asked me if I could carry her. I looked at her and she did look pretty warm and sleepy, so I got her to zip down her suit to her waist and then I held my breath and hoisted her up on my back (the smell….). I was just praying we were going the right way. Within 5 minutes of walking and my back hurting we finally reached a road sign I recognized. I was never so happy. We kept walking for a bit then she got off my back and walked the rest of the way with me.

Once we got back, she got a bath and I threw her clothes in the washer while trying my best to not make a grossed out face or breathe through my nose. I don’t think I did a great job but it was finally over. Everyone was happy. We then ate, relaxed, played games and I secretly congratulated myself for being the best AuPair ever.


  Continue reading A small adventure in Switzerland

Working as an AuPair in Germany

Old family relics!

I worked as an AuPair in a very tiny town not far from Munich. I heard both good and bad things about working as an AuPair from different people. I think it mostly depends on your personality, the family you work for/live with as well as the town/city you live in.

This was to be my first of two AuPair jobs and for the most part I liked it. At the time, I had a lot of experiences working with children from babysitting (10+ years), lifeguarding/swimming instructing and my family so I didn’t expect it to be too hard but one thing I did learn was a HUGE appreciation for my parents and all parents because looking after children is exhausting! I have always heard parents say that but I got to see it first hand and as an AuPair I got to give the children back at the end of the day ..so it was only a tiny take of what parents do on a daily basis. I also found it a bit boring at times, I won’t lie. Playing Barbies gets old after 2 minutes, so having to do that for hours sometimes can be a pretty big chore.

The stairwell.

Probably one of the cons of being an AuPair is that they are not your kids. So they are taught and disciplined the way their parents believe is best and you are just the messenger for all of these things. I am not a yeller, I am more of deal maker and reasoner with kids. When I babysat for one family in Newfoundland, I really loved how honest and candid the parents were with their kids and that is how I want to be if I ever have children. There was never a “because I said so” the parents always explained why and I find that kids are more likely to accept something when they have a reason behind it. Sometimes.

There are pros as well, such as the kids themselves. I worked for a very religious family and one super cute thing the girls would do after I tucked them into bed at night would be to add me in their prayers and cross my forehead, I thought it was adorable. Also, the first day I worked for this family, myself and the youngest girl, who was around 4, were outside and she looked up at me and said “I love you… and your face, and your hair” in a sweet little British accent. I made me melt.

The house I lived in was massive and over 500 years old and it had a moat. I had the whole top floor to myself which included 4 bedrooms, a sitting room with a pool table and a library. It was pretty cool.

wallpaper germany

To get to and from Munich I had to ride my bike for 20 mins to the train station and then take the train for 20 mins to Munich. This was actually awesome but I only had one day off a week so I didn’t get to do it as much as I would have liked as the trains stopped after 11pm and I only got off at 7-8pm every night.

Interesting things can happen in small towns, one morning I woke up and was going for a run and I saw that there were two dead boars at the bottom of the driveway. They were shot by a local and had to be tested to see if they were radioactive. I also tried to make friends but the town only seemed to have people between the ages 0-18 and then 25-90 so there was a pretty big gap. Most people moved to a bigger city once they graduated college. The town only had a bar, a post office and a corner store so there wasn’t much there for anyone when they reached 18 so most moved away.

Overall it was good but I did feel pretty isolated. The family I worked for came from old money and lived in a very small social circle so I didn’t have a lot in common with them but I looked at it as an experience. My best friend there was a 4 year-old girl, she was great but I found it hard when their parents would enforce some traditional stereotypes. Such as keeping their hair prim and proper when they are outside playing in a field. I just thought…they are kids, if anyone is judging little girls for how well kept they look when they play outside (which nobody was ever even around to see them) then I think they are the problem.

lian morrison newfoundland

Also, one morning I let the oldest girl pick out her outfit. She was getting to the age that she wanted to explore making her own choices but she was only 8, so I mean, what kind of choices do you have at 8 other than deciding what color crayons to use. One morning, I told her it was okay for her to pick out her clothes for the day. We were just going to be inside the house all day as it was raining and it was a Saturday so it’s not like she was going to school or anything. I told her as long as it was weather and age appropriate then it’s a-okay!

The outfit she picked out was hideous. It was an explosion of pink and buckles and bracelets. She had on pink cords, a pink sweater, a pink headband, a pink cardigan, pink socks and pink shoes. It looked awful but she was beside herself with joy at having the opportunity to pick out her clothes. I actually never saw her happier. Then her mother got home and I got in trouble for letting her walk around the house in an ugly outfit. I was a bit put off by it because if I had a kid and they wanted to wear a superman cape to the grocery store, I would totally let them. This is what I mean when I say the match of the family and AuPair is important.

bathroom germany

Overall the experience was good. It felt like being in a movie living in their house because it had so much history. The house (which was actually a castle btw) had been in their family since it was built (in the 1500s) so it had been through a lot of history, especially being in Southern Germany. I became friends with the great aunt that lived next door. She lived through WW2 in Germany and had a lot of interesting relics from the war in her house.

I had a lot of time to myself when I wasn’t working because I had no friends there so it was a great time for self-reflection and also dwelling on what I was going to do with my life thus far haha. It was a very calm place to be and I enjoyed my time there after the craziness of Berlin.

That’s mostly it! I was there for a total of 3 months and I got to go to Switzerland with the family which I will write about next! Continue reading Working as an AuPair in Germany