For all modern makers, much of the old school charm has been retained, including the traditional fondue restaurant, Zollstube. With its cozy interior and friendly waitresses dressed in dirndls, it felt like stepping into the hatched illustrations of a children’s storybook. Dash was so excited to eat a bubbling lagoon of cheese that he scraped the pot all the way to the iron.
As bedtime approached and we sat in our vast princess-and-pea bed – writing our travel diaries while David Bowie’s Starman played on my phone – it was as if we were flying on a magic carpet of undigested cheese and adrenaline.
The next morning, the sky was cerulean blue and the sunlight was sparkling on the mountains, making it just as incredibly picturesque as the scene on a Caran D’Ache pencil box. Dash and I had the garden pool, with its panoramic view of the snow-capped mountains, all to ourselves – and after all the Covid restrictions we had endured (pools closed; swimming lessons cancelled), the feeling of release was palpable. .
Later in the week, I was lucky enough to get an appointment for a Haki Flow massage at dawn – but nothing beats the experience of the indoor/outdoor pool at the Tamina Therme spa, where Dash and I discovered the deep joy of swinging like Japanese snow. monkeys in the thermal water, the steam evaporating in the cool mountain air.
You can tell a lot about a hotel when traveling alone with a child. We felt entirely safe and comfortable wandering the vast, gleaming halls in our robes and slippers — like two Jedi warriors clad in towels — while other guests passed by without batting an eyelid.
In fact, it was the hotel staff who suggested that we might like to enjoy the beautiful surrounding Sarganserland countryside with a goat trek one afternoon.