I couldn’t have been more excited about my first white Christmas, and I even managed to get 3 weeks off work so I was able to spend it with friends.
I was off to Chamonix, France, for a week with a great group of people. We rented a chalet for the week and planned to spend the days on the slopes, the nights getting drunk and Christmas day eating as much as we could.
Our chalet turned out to be amazing and an easy bus ride to the different slopes around Chamonix. It housed all of us comfortably and even had a ‘den’ with a bar and pool table as well as a hot tub out the back – couldn’t have asked for more!
The first day of skiing was a bit of a disaster for me seeing as though I hadn’t been on a set of skis for about 7 years. It’s safe to say I literally fell down the mountain and then spent the rest of the day trying to recover from the trauma of it. The second day was spent on a different run and was much more successful, I found that skiing was like riding a bike and before long I had the feel for it and was confidently able to complete the run.
The rest of the week was spent getting ridiculously drunk and being merry in our chalet after coming home totally spent from being out on the slopes all day. Then it was Christmas! A few of us went out for a quick ski in the morning and then were back in time for one of the biggest and best Christmas feasts EVER! (Thanks to Jess for taking on the role of head chef)
I thought that being away from Australia and my family for Christmas for the first time would be really hard, but honestly I spent the week in such good company and having so much fun that I really wasn’t homesick at all, plus it was my very first cold, white Christmas and that’s something to be pretty stoked about!