Hello my name is Tracy and I am a new expat located in Glarus. My husband is from this area, and I have been here for just over 2 months. I wanted to say hello, and see is, by any chance, there are other expats nearby.

There aren't many of us, but we exist: Glarus is the best kept secret in Switzerland.

Which end are you? The light end, the dark middle, or the slightly odd end?

I am going to guess that we are living in the dark middle, though my husband is from the light end??? I have only been here two months, so maybe I will understand that reference a little bit later.
Nice to meet you.

So which end does that mean we're in

Nice to meet you too! We should organise an English speaker's Glarner meet-up. We wouldn't need a big venue!

I did say slightly odd...

Glarus? That's somewhere between Gondor and Mordor, isn't it?

Are hairy feet still compulsory there?

look, its not fair making fun of the hairy folk in glarus, until they invent a razor for 6 fingered people then they have no choice.

Well I'm not from any of those, I'm from the sunny side... o'er't big mountain to your east that stops you getting a nice sunrise each morning.

I think it's about time we did organise a social event there, I hear there's a decent pub in town and some funny green cheese. Or I could just bring some of my own

Welcome to the forum and to the area TPZingg!

They have towns in Glarus???

Town, Treverus, town. Singular.

We live at the sunny end (above the big wet bit) at Weekends - in the "other" Kanton.

We shop in Nafels most Saturdays though.

Ennenda sounds like a LOTR location - and the translation of the name doesn't make much sense

Hmmmm, yes, it does look like Glarus and especially some of the inhabitants..

Now that you bring it up... the mountains in the background of this video do look familiar...

That's because it's Greek: you've heard, presumably, of the 300 brave Spartans of Thermopylae?

Well, slightly less famous are the ninety cowardly Spartans who scarpered as soon as they saw the swords of the Persians glinting in the morning sunlight. They fled over the Epirus mountains, swam across the Adriatic Sea, ran up through Italy, clambered over the Gotthard pass and eventually ended up in the valley of Glarus, where, exhausted, they settled by the side of the river Linth, building the village they called Eνενήντα (90), corrupted by the tongues of time to the modern Ennenda.

I ought to write a book about this stuff, you know. There are dozens of English speakers in Glarus who'd love to read about the history of their canton. Well, a dozen, at least...

at least we all know where the slightly odd end is now

Yes - too close for bloody comfort.

We really ought to organise an "Ex-pat Exiled BBQ".

This should just about do it!

I'll get argrophobic