
We awoke to a very different Monday morning.
We were up with the larks at,er, 11:30! After our journey of 1000 miles, we both felt like we had been bulldozed.
It was a beautiful bluebird day but neither of us felt anything like skiing. With no new snow for some time, the conditions were quite icy and hard packed. Unlike our previous 1-week skiing holidays, where we were queuing for the first lift and did not return until dark (with a maximum 20-minute break for lunch) it was so lovely not to feel like we HAVE to spend every waking minute on the slopes. We wanted to make sure that the dogs were settled and happy in the apartment before we left them and after all, we are here for 3 months. There will be snow. Sometime. And we will ski. Sometime!
In the back of our mind, however; was this going to be a repeat of our road trip in the summer that didn’t actually go anywhere…?

