Not a voucher in a box. A weekend for two at a grand five-star hotel, first class from your own station, planned by one person.
Choose the house, or leave it to me. Your seats are reserved, one dinner is booked, there is a massage for each of you, and everything arrives in one embossed envelope.
If you like, your companion opens it only on the way. Seven houses so far, from the pools of Appenzell and the cliffs above Lake Lucerne to the quays of Vevey, Montreux and Geneva, the glaciers of Saas-Fee and the Matterhorn, each with one price for two.
Juan Pablo and Julio had travelled widely long before they came to me. They still told me the Arctic route was unlike anything they had done: the aurora igloo, the Hurtigruten crossing, the silence at two in the morning. What they kept returning to was that nothing needed managing along the way. They are already asking me about the next one.