Sometimes, as a pessimist, you expect bad things to happen. Since I’ve started this account, I’ve almost been looking forward to it because then I’d at least have good source material. But honestly, this post is to complain how annoyingly perfect Montreux was. We had perfect weather, we got to watch the sun set, we had a picnic by the water, it was sickeningly wonderful and I have zero pessimistic material. You didn’t think I’d find a way to complain about it, did you? Think again.
Pro-tip: Go to Montreux. It’s worth it.