
This is La Rosiere, one of my favourite places in France. It was the first holiday with my boyfriend and his parents, I remember being quite nervous. I never skied or snowboard before and never spend that much time with my boyfriend’s family.
I loved the drive, all the 1200 kilometres. Nothing is cosier than a warm car, blankets and comfy clothing. Slept my way trough the first 1000 kilometres, waking up in a winter wonderland.
It now has a familiar feeling, the slowing down of the cars going up hill, filled with families, winter sport gear and luggage.
We had a big cottage near the slopes and what a lovely week it was. For the first time I enjoyed being cold. It’s just not as bad when you’re dressed like an Eskimo and keep snowboarding to stay warm.
Never ever have I had my muscles hurt like this first holiday. My legs, my arms and especially my ass felt completely mangled.
But, God what a feeling when you manage to go snowboarding downhill. All week I had dreams were I was flying over snowy mountains.|
It’s November now, and even though I’m hot and Happy in Sydney, the annual Winter sport itch has reached me!


