I vowed never to share this perfect ski hotel – until now

I grew up in Wilmington, Delaware, and two things aroused my early travel imagination: palm trees and snowcapped mountains. Seeing either of them meant I was somewhere very special, exotic even. One of my core childhood memories: a cog railway leading up from Grindelwald, in Switzerland, into the permanently snowcapped peaks of the Bernese Oberland. A yellow and green train that looked very much like a toy train clicked up the steep slope of the mountain like the slow start of a…