Well, it would not be France without time in a Chalet, lots of cheese, wine and cured pigs! We swapped our hotel room in the Swiss Alps for a chalet apex room in the French Alps. The difference was about 200km, a language and attitude! We went from eating fermented cabbage with everything to perrier and cheese with everything. Yes it is true, the French love their food as much as poms love a good winge and Aussies love a good BBQ.
There’s the drinks, but then there is the ham!
And of course the fromage – cheese!
Needless to say that by the day we left France, I could not look at another piece of cheese or cured ham.
So when we arrived at our next snow destination, La Clusaz in the French Alps, we were really looking forward to a little more luxury and space, which we had been a little short on in Laax! Below is the room we were given.
Don’t even get me started on the cupboard! I lost count of the times I hit my head on the ceiling! So with such a cramped quarters we chose to spend most of our time out and about on the slopes. It was like skiing in a giant cup of lemonade slushy pup – if only it tasted so good! With my bad knee (from my previous attempt at snowboarding) I stuck with skiing and even mastered the parallel turn by the time I handed my skis back in. So I should be ready for beginner class again by the time I go back to the snow again in another 8 years! Just love kids, knee high to a grasshopper, skiing past on a steep slope as your knees are trembling, sweat beads running down your back and your mind telling you that the slope really isn’t as steep as it looks, and it doesn’t hurt when you fall, ‘come on then, move!’ What’s the worst that can happen, really? The 5 year old can do it! Ok, so suck it in and get down the slope, zigzagging a course down the white slush. Skiing is fun, no really!
But who could resist one of the wonderful advantages of skiiing and snowboarding – the views.
Off to Paris next…city of looooovvvve!