SHILOH
I nod cheerfully when Kyler asks if I am ready. "Yes, I am," I reply, and we both leave. Our morning started with a light nap to shake off the jet lag, and now we’re eager to explore.
But first, lunch. Outside, our driver—who doubles as our guide—is waiting for us. Later, Kyler's grandfather is expected to join us. He needed to attend to a few matters first.
Kyler opens the door for me. “Thank you,” I say, slipping into the backseat. We are driven to Kronenhalle, Kyler's grandfather's favorite eatery. We arrive and head inside.
The place is charming, with art-covered walls and an old-world vibe. We settle into our seats, and I can’t help but feel a little special to be here. The menu is filled with Swiss specialties, and we decide to try a bit of everything.
The rösti is cr
