As the train wound its way out of Interlaken towards Grindelwald, I pressed my forehead to the window and watched the landscape shift into something out of a storybook. Emerald-green valleys opened before me dotted by wooden chalets overflowing with flower boxes, and slender church steeples that seemed to pierce the sky. Then, suddenly, the jagged north face of the Eiger came into view and it felt like the whole train paused, gasping as Jungfraujoch, known as the “Top of Europe” loomed above.
By the time we rolled into Grindelwald, it already felt like I’d crossed into another world. The village doesn’t sit so much as perch in the Bernese Oberland, tucked at the base of the Eiger, the Mönch, and the Jungfrau. The Eiger’s north face, often veiled in its own weather, commands a glance every few minutes, while pastures inhabited by cows provide a constant soundtrack of clanging bells. And for hiking enthusiasts, this isn’t just a village. It’s a place where trails lead to waterfalls, glaciers, wildflower meadows, and knife-edge ridgelines.