On Sunday, Dave took me and Truff to Davos, Switzerland for Valentine's Day. It was the sweetest gesture because he knows two things really rev my engine: 1) being outside and experiencing Truffle's unharnessed joy, and 2) big, peaky mountains. I got both of those things, then ended the night snuggled between my two favorite living creatures.

On Saturday, we drove into Klosters, a sweet mountain town nestled straight into the Alps. The first thing to know is that Switzerland is crazy, ridiculously, mind-blowingly, a-basic-salad-goes-for-twenty-eight-dollars kind of expensive. So, our stay at Kessler's Kulm, especially with a random free upgrade, was a steal. And their breakfast? Fantastic.

On Sunday, we spent the day on the Davos cross country trails, which parallel a river that runs through the valley of town. Truff got out some stoke, and Dave and I scooted along like obvious tourists. We stopped mid-day for a snack at another adorably cute chalet Gasthaus Islen, got a piece of cream cake that, at 3 CHF (1 CHF for 1 cm of cake), has got to be the best value in the country.

I actually forgot it was Valentine's Day, so I didn't even have a card to offer. But of course, Dave did well.