Switzerland: the land of chocolate & money

I'm pretty much deadset on planning a vacation AS.SOON.AS my PTO days are recharged on Jan1st. In the meantime I think I'll share some silly stories from my travel in the past.... everyone loves to give me hell for making friends everywhere we go, this story just illustrates that fact.

Once upon a time, young Chelsea and her best friend Mandi took a little spring break trip down to Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic.

Our resort had the cutest little 4 room cabanas. On the first night, as we are walking back to our room we caught wind of an accent in the distance. We round the corner on the path and lo and behold two Swiss fellas are sitting outside their room smoking cigarettes. Of course, we introduced ourselves and pretty much became best friends. And somehow stumbled into hours of conversation mostly regarding our vast knowledge of Switzerland: "So.. you guys have lots of chocolate... and money?" and America: "So you guys eat like McDonalds all the time, huh?"

Every night we always managed to stay out later then them, so inevitably on the walk back to our room Mandi & I would scheme up some silly plan. Since they had a room on the first floor their balcony was always our battlefield. One night we stacked all their patio furniture up against the balcony door, rendering it impossible for them to get outside that way... which meant once our giggling woke them up they had to go ALL the way around and climb over the railing to move all the stuff. We'd hide out and wait until they were all settled in then go hop onto their balcony and sit around chatting til the wee hours of the morning

They didn't mind our shenanigans though, and committed their fair share as 'payback'. At one point they told us, in their best broken English, "We don't want to go home, Switzerland people are boring, you American girls are fun you like to joke".

The next night we noticed a pair of pants hanging on their balcony to dry. So we did what any nice girl would do... hopped over the railing and stole them.

Don't worry, we left a ransom note. And hurried back to our room before we got busted.

Unfortunately, Swiss boys aren't dumb, and by that point they had figured out our room #. And it wasn't long before a handwritten note came sliding under our door, and we erupted into a fit of giggles. Shortly thereafter all 4 of us were sneaking onto the grounds of the neighboring resort and cannon balling into their (closed for the night) pool.

The best prank however was the night we (again) moved all their patio furniture into the walkway and completely toilet papered their balcony.

Yes, they wore man'pris... and yes, Patrick's shirt does say "D&G: Dollars and Girls" HA. Note to self: European doesn't always equal fashionable.

Dear Swiss boys, thanks for the memories. You guys have a lot more to offer than just really good hot cocoa (Swiss Miss. No? Not funny?) Mandi & I still laugh about that trip to this day. Of course, those were the pre-facebook days... although it woud be fun if we still kept in touch with them!