Morzine

So I went to Morzine, France for four days on a ski trip and flew back yesterday.
It was a family holiday, except my sister didn’t come, which was a shame since I would say we ski at about the same level. My two brothers are way faster, so they usually end up waiting for us, but I’ve been trying to get faster this holiday.

We used to go to a small ski resort in Sweden called Kläppen when I was a kid. It was a twenty eight hour drive to get there and we’d always go right at the end of the season. Since this was a March trip it was pretty much the end of the season anyway, at least for France, which means its really hot and the snow is kind of slushy. But since we’re all older now and can pay for ourselves, we went to Morzine this time.

And it was really fun!

There were some disasters, of course. Day two I left my phone at the place we were staying and, after saying to my Dad ‘wouldn’t it be bad if I got lost haha’, I proceeded to get lost. The only phone number I know is my workplace number, but it turned out alright - besides the minor panic I caused oops.

Back in the good old UK now. My dog was so happy to see me, he’s so cute.