After all, we were money-spending tourists. Our Italian Colonel friend said we were in "reserved" first class seats, but not to worry. When it was my chance to speak, I thought I better mention that my father had also served in the Italian Army in Tirano during World War I. It was shortly thereafter when a distinguished young Italian Colonel, in full military uniform, came to pay us a visit.ĭemanding our passport in fluent English, he began to ask questions. The wide, plush seats and open viewing were just awesome. With video camera in hand, we left the crowded coaches in the middle of the train and headed to the front where the view was much better. The scenery from Chur to Lugano was breathtaking as our train weaved its way through the countryside and narrow gorges, and skirting one of Switzerland's largest glaciers. and even more the next morning at breakfast – compliments of the maitre de.
I had about four cups of Sumatra Mandheling during that afternoon and evening. But when the waiter arrived with his sterling silver coffee pot, and began pouring into our fine china cups, the aroma was heavenly – and the exotic flavor truly unique. I nodded approvingly even though, due to his heavy accent, I didn't initially grasp the name of his recommended coffee. I pondered the list, when, following this hesitant clue, he remarked: "Being American's I suggest you try a very different and good Dutch coffee – Mandheling from Sumatra." It was the maitre de at the Hotel Principe Leopoldo in Lugano, Switzerland who introduced me to Sumatra Mandheling.Īfter an exquisite dinner, he presented six or seven different gourmet coffees suitable for an after dinner drink.
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