No, I've not been deified (lately). I'm walking on a frozen lake in downtown St. Moritz, Switzerland. Some here are even walking their dogs out here. The accumulated droppings add to the ambience. The crankt-sounding German speakers behind me (they may be happy for all I know, but they always sound cranky to me) make me wonder if Blofeld really does have a secret mountain lair here.
I've only just arrived, but I can see why it's such a popular ski spot. In addition to walking on water and hearing dogs bark with accents, I get to see Alps in every direction, including some that look very skiable. The trams go right from town up the slopes, and the tree line is barely a few stories up, leaving wide open slopes.
Getting here was a bit of a miracle as the roads leading here, hairpin turns and all, were clearly not designed for anything as fast or big as our bus. The acrophobes in the group got today's adrenaline fix looking down the sheer, guardrail-free drops zooming past the bus.
Next up is jet-lag recovery, hopefully followed by some amazing skiing. Actually, I'll count it as amazing if I make it down in one piece, first try.