Old-time glamour and selfies with grandparents

As do most people, I love an occasional pampering.

...That sounded a lot less weird in my head. Now I'm thinking about adult diapers. Great.

I'll start over: As do most people, I love being pampered. (Better? No? Crap.)

Ok, well, you know what I mean. I love being taken care of, once in a while.

What I'm really getting at is that last night I stayed in a very luxurious hotel. A client put me up at the Grand Hôtel du Lac in Vevey, and it's honestly a cut above, even for Switzerland. First I lounged about in the Moroccan-themed entryway. Then they brought me homemade Swiss chocolate and lychees (lychees!) Then they came and made up my bed, including a soft little welcome mat right next to my side of the bed, lest my socks be sullied by the (super-clean) carpet.

The hotel was the inspiration for the novel Hotel du Lac, by Anita Brookner, which won the Booker Prize in 1984, and which I am now adding to my reading list. I loved the attention to detail and superior service. I have no idea how much the client paid for me to stay there, but I loved feeling like a glamorous old-time movie star. Because everyone deserves to be pampered once in a while (there I go with the diapers again. Sigh.)

The Vevey region is often referred to as the Swiss Riviera, with a micro-climate on the shores of Lake Geneva that even allows for Swiss palm trees (oxymoron? Discuss!) It's been a cloudy few days, but no less beautiful to look out across the lake, with the snow-covered Alps in the background.

The town next door, Montreux, plays host every summer to the famous Montreux Jazz Festival. It also plays host to my lovely grandparents, whom I stopped by to visit after finishing work for the day. My grandmother, who has Alzheimer's and doesn't always know who I am, was surprisingly lucid today, though she did ask me no fewer than 25 times why her tea tasted so funny (Answer: Because it was hot chocolate. Because that's what she ordered.)

They're both in their nineties, slower and smaller than I remember them, but no less lovable. My grandfather, a retired engineer, is 96 and still loves science. Every morning he spends three hours working on his quantum physics research, studying light waves and refracting streams of water (...I think. I didn't inherit his brainpower.) 

"I'm passionate about it," he told me simply, smiling proudly. That was a nice moment.

And then they let me take a selfie.