We ended up in Switzerland by chance. The gondola at Chamonix was closed on the Italian side of Mount Blanc, my dream foiled by an Italian holiday. So we caught a train that wound up and around the Alps. I kept expecting to see Heidi and her herd of goats. We figured out we were in Switzerland at the Matigny train station, “Swiss.com” signs were posted everywhere. In retrospect, passing by the Materhorn should have been a clue. My daughter lobbied to visit the HR Giger Museum. We were in Switzerland after all, and this trip is all about the spirit of spontaneity. I caved. We took the train to Bulle, smack dab in the center of the country, to Castle Gruyere, the unlikely location of the museum.