We were given explicit instructions in our native
language. “When you enter the chocolate tasting room, you are only
allowed to sample what you eat in the room. Do not leave the room with
any of these chocolates.” There were about 30 different types of
chocolate lined on the counter. You could move around the room, trying
as many chocolates as you would like. The limiting factor for many
people was lack of saliva. They consumed up to 20 kinds of chocolate,
but since we were not given any beverages, the natural stopping point
was a dry mouth.
Since I consumed a large lunch composed primarily of melted Swiss cheese, my stopping point was after about 7 pieces of chocolate. After that, I just watched. I watched an older gentleman grab about 10 pieces of chocolate in his hand, cradling them tenderly, as he exited the room. I watched the chubby little boy, look around the room to see if anyone was watching, and then quietly and quickly drop a piece of chocolate into the plastic bag he was carrying. After about the 5th chocolate he had stealthily put into his bag, we made eye contact. I gave him the international “I’m watching you” sign. He started following the rules after our brief encounter. Women shoved chocolates into their purse. A few more people left with their hands, and mouths, filled with chocolates. The only explanation for my observations that I could think of was that everyone else (except me) knew that the world was going to end soon and were simply cherishing their final moments.
(Besides the chocolate factory, we also visited a cheese factory and a beautiful castle in Gruyeres. My weekend trip also included a trip to Lausanne and my first taste of fondue. Cheese+ Chocolate+ Castles= Magical Weekend)
Since I consumed a large lunch composed primarily of melted Swiss cheese, my stopping point was after about 7 pieces of chocolate. After that, I just watched. I watched an older gentleman grab about 10 pieces of chocolate in his hand, cradling them tenderly, as he exited the room. I watched the chubby little boy, look around the room to see if anyone was watching, and then quietly and quickly drop a piece of chocolate into the plastic bag he was carrying. After about the 5th chocolate he had stealthily put into his bag, we made eye contact. I gave him the international “I’m watching you” sign. He started following the rules after our brief encounter. Women shoved chocolates into their purse. A few more people left with their hands, and mouths, filled with chocolates. The only explanation for my observations that I could think of was that everyone else (except me) knew that the world was going to end soon and were simply cherishing their final moments.
(Besides the chocolate factory, we also visited a cheese factory and a beautiful castle in Gruyeres. My weekend trip also included a trip to Lausanne and my first taste of fondue. Cheese+ Chocolate+ Castles= Magical Weekend)