A weekend away : The French Alps
I can't stop dreaming about our week in the mountains - perhaps because I miss the gigantic quantities or cheese we devoured - but mostly because it felt so good to be out of the city, breathing pure fresh mountain air. We got really lucky with the weather, and on the bright blue skies days we took advantage of the beautiful resort called "Les Arcs"...
Endless kilometers of beautiful fresh powder - the resort was SO big, we spent days trying to cover as much ground as possible. It was so much fun!
I have been skiing all my life, I started at a very young age because we lived so close to the mountains (Pyrenees, not the Alps) growing up. At primary school, skiing was our winter sport - we interchanged between cross-country skiing and alpine skiing. I also grew up in a family of skiers, my grandad actually skied professionally for a few years when he was younger - I can't tell you how much I would give to see him back on his skis again!
So by definition my mum is an excellent skier - so is my dad, but mum is better... (sorry dad, just stating the truth) Given all of that, I am no expert, but I can hold on skis and I'll go down pretty much anything you throw at me, not without moaning about how scary it looks or how icy it is and how I'll NEVER be able to do it, but I always enjoy it so much in the end..
