I never took classes, nor had a professional teach me. I did however have some great friends (mersi Bugarschi!) when I was a teenager and our first ski trip was at Straja (Romania), back when this was not a really touristically developeded resort - so fresh and wild and amazing. We fell, and got up, and got our heads kicked by the pulling wheel, and eventually got to ski through the small forest at the bottom of our cottage. Such amazing times....
Next was Colorado in th US and now Swiss - Egly, Wispile, Gstaad (skiing resorts).
We didn't stay in Gstaad, but at the wonderful challet of our relatives in a nearby resort.
Here we are in the streets of Gstaad, music everywhere, food and sun and ... an expensive resort, nice nonetheless.
Music everywhere
Cheese making, the famous Swiss cheese, not bad :)
And people watching....
Dog watching...check the one in the bag
Musical horns! these are actual instruments. They even played in the street, it was quite cool.Think Swiss mountains, countryside and cattle...
Of course, carriages,
And rabbits why not,
And the snow! All is beautiful when the sun is shining, and it was :)
More rabbits there below
Iceskating
A restaurant up on the mountain, we climbed with the cabin and had lunch, awesome setting:
My view from the telecabin going up
Winter is almost over here back in France. Still chilly, but the trees have started to bloom.
We are waiting for the sun :)
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