My nearly 2 yo niece came for her first snow holiday.
She brought her mom (my sis) her Dad, and her 3 yo sis.
The kids were tobaganning kamikazis.....absolutely fearless.
Thankfully we ended the week injury free, except for Pete's total-body-pain, which is pretty normal after your first ski holiday. He got the prize for the most dramatic fall....a full speed, no brakes, wipe-out. He has learned to value life and health again....and not to take his 4 limbs for granted.
We picniced on hot chocolate, ham and cheese baguettes every day in the snow.
The Ireland v France rugby match was one while they were here. So hubby and I took the oppourtunity for a night out. I was lured to a seedy sports bar with the promise of a nice meal after the match. I love Sebastien Chabal and was happy to watch the match until he was sent off. Ireland beat France and more and more tiny glasses of French beer arrived.....we chatted with the mainly english patrons and were warned about some dodgy characters.....we paid our rather grand tab at the end of the night and failed to get a taxi home....being forced to walk the 2 miles in snow. I picked a fight with hubby over my perception of his failure to observe the rules of the road....made for a warm stomp home.....never got to the restaurant.
Not to self: Never drink on an empty stomach.
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