Well we arrived safely at the hotel after driving through the night. There was a small mess up with the room that we booked, however, the room we have is ok for us, as the real reason we are here is not to spend hours in the hotel, but to spend hours playing in the snow half way up the mountain.
The first day of skiing was a pretty relaxed affair, morning coffee and croissants (pan-au-chocolate for Mrs F). Finally rolled out of the apartment around eleven and headed up the hill to the ski hire shop where a nice surprise was waiting for us. Instead of the normal nightmare of having to tell everyone your shoe size and weight again, plus the endless queue of screaming kids and harassed parents, we were told that all our equipment had been sorted, adjusted and put into a locker for us. All we had to do was sign some papers, pick up the key and leave. Ten minutes flat from entering to exiting the store instead of the normal half hour of wishing you had got there before those damn kids had. After that it was pack lunch on the side of the piste in the baking sun (Mrs F, especially happy about the baking sun part). I think it’s one of those misunderstanding about ski holidays. Unless you’ve been you think of them as cold holidays. Whilst it can get cold like any normal holiday, the majority of the time the sun is blazing away and it’s actually very hot.
Second day the morning started pretty much the same. Up early for stroll in town for an emergency pair of salopettes for Katy. Only problem was that the only ski shops that were open at 0830, didn’t sell clothes. Anyway, the day’s skiing went pretty well, with the odd fall by everyone.
