Last weekend we went skiing in the French Alps. Hear the emphasis on French Alps. Its a phrase you might hear a movie millionaire say but its also one of those nice phrases you can use while living in Paris. It felt great to get out of the urban environment and be someplace natural (even Dave was getting tired of historic buildings). And it certainly was lovely!
We stayed in the department of Savoie, in the town of St. Jean-de-Maurienne with a couple friend of ours, the husband, Julien, is French and his wife, Enny, is Indonesian, and Julien's father. Julien's family had lived in the valley for generations so it we could see the place a little through their eyes. For instance, halfway up the mountain every morning we'd pass the tiny village where Julien's grandmother and family had lived in the summer when they drove the cows up from the valley for pasture.
The weather was nearly 80 degrees in the valley and 60 or so on the slopes so we had beautiful weather. Unfortunately the trade off was slushy conditions in some places, but we all had a good time. Mary took some lessons with Enny,while Dave tried to hang with Julien and his father, they both fell about the same amount. More importantly no one got hurt! Though we were fairly sore from under used muscles.
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