My aunt and uncle were in Switzerland about 50 years ago. He was a chemist with Dow. Daughter Heidi was born there, and my cousin Scott fell into a manure pit there while working at a hog farm. They loved living there, but got transferred to San Francisco after a few years. I remember my grandparents visiting them in Switzerland and before leaving, asking what the kids wanted them to bring from the USA, and they said Hershey bars. Grandpa couldn't understand that: "With all the great chocolate in Europe, why would you want a waxy Hershey bar?"