The first stop on the way to Zermatt was Geneva, Switzerland where we stayed one night in a hostel. We unfortunately arrived a bit too late to tour the UN but we walked around the perimeter and witnessed a big strike going on outside for peace in Iran. In scouting out for a good place to eat dinner, we quickly realized that Geneva is an extremely expensive city and the cheapest meal we could find were burgers for $14 Swiss Francs (approx $12.50). Although Geneva was a really pretty city but we were glad to leave because we could see our money quickly disappearing...
Several train rides later, the next day we arrived in Zermatt! Our last train was called the Matterhorn Express and had huge glass windows making for an incredible ascent up into the Alps. It was lightly snowing and everything was like a beautiful winter wonderland. It didn't take me long to fall in love with the mountains...We stayed that night with our first couch surfing couple and right when we walked in the door we knew it was going to be a great stay. Claudia is Swiss and she lives with her Italian boyfriend Marco and their cat Mia. They let us stay in their spare room and provided us with bedding and Claudia even graciously let me borrow her snowboard. We were prepared to heat up some soup we'd bought for dinner but upon arrival they immediately ushered us into the kitchen and served us this fantastic Italian feast that Marco had cooked.
At the train station in Visp about to head to Zermatt. 
The lovely Chalet Arnica we stayed in the first two nights...
The next day it was a beautiful sunny day so we set off for the slopes. I had never snowboarded but through trial and error and help from my friend Maddie, I started to get the hang of it faster than I thought I would. Snowboarding is not very popular in Switzerland so I felt a bit silly falling all over the place, especially since even the young kids seem to be expert skiers. They grow up on skis so even kids who were probably half my height were tearing up the mountain! It was a bit intimidating...Regardless I was having a great time until I took one particularly big fall backwards onto my wrist. I knew right away that I'd probably seriously hurt it since I couldn't move my fingers, so as fast as I could I took my board off and walked down the rest of the slope...
Finding someone who spoke English and could help us find the medical center on the mountain was the next challenge. The trails in Switzerland are not clearly marked and there are no ski patrols like in the US, so we were relieved when a ski instructor who spoke English led us to where we needed to go. The doctor on duty was very nice but spoke only German and was rattling off sentence after sentence to us seemingly assuming we knew what he was talking about. It was quite comedic...He managed to get the words "broken" and "another doctor" through to us, so after he temporarily splinted my arm, we were off to the next doctor in town who fortunately spoke English. The doctor was really efficient and we were probably in and out of there in less than an hour. It turns out I did fracture my wrist but luckily it's only hairline so I only have to be in a brace for a month. It was actually a great experience and I'm glad I got to experience European healthcare. I'd never broken a bone and I figure since I want to go into sports medicine this was a very valuable experience for me.
The next few days we enjoyed vacation in the true sense and spent the time relaxing and being tourists. Zermatt is the cutest town and although I'm bummed I didn't get to experience other winter sports I wanted to try I am so grateful I got a little taste of mountain life. One of the best things had to be apres ski which is when skiers hit the bars at 5pm straight after the mountain closes. People go to the bars in their full ski gear; boots, helmets and all. Everyone is in the greatest mood and watching people dance in ski boots is hilarious...