Lost and found in Switzerland

I’ve always trusted my sense of direction. Oh, I argue with it on occasion, but it usually gets me where I’m going and back again. On a recent trip to Europe with my wife, however, I feared I’d finally lost my bearings. Too many strasses, I think, simply stressed me out. It was our second day in Lucerne, Switzerland, a beautiful city on a lake surrounded by the snow-covered Swiss Alps. I’d taken a walk the day we arrived and felt comfortable navigating the city of 81,000. After all, a prominent peak, Mt. Pilatus, towers above Lucerne, visible I thought from nearly everywhere. I awok...