I have always wanted to go skiing. I begged my parents when we were younger to take us skiing, especially as loads of our family used to go every year. Sadly my parents ignored my pleas and never too me skiing, so when I got invited to go for New Year, my answer was YES straight away, no thinking necessary.
We went to Les Arcs, in the French Alps and of course signed up for adult beginner lessons, taught by the very charming Renee who had clearly been skiing his entire life, and was very laid back about everything, but a brilliant teacher. I'm a very competitive person, and Dave, my boyfriend, had been skiing in the same resort last year, as a beginner, so I was determined to keep up with him! Despite being very nervous at the start skiing down a slope which was only marginally not flat, I did pick it up quickly, and by the first afternoon I was tentatively sliding down a blue run.
The resort was beautiful, you could pretty much ski straight out of the chalet door to the ski lifts and then there were miles and miles of blue sky and soft fluffy snow. The snow was 2.5m deep at the top of the mountains which was insane!! I've never ever seen that much snow and was incredibly excited.
Despite some nerves (one slope I skidded down on my bum as I was not happy to ski down it) mostly it was just amazingly fun, and we whizzed through the speed barriers (at a very fast seeming 34kmph) and generally had lots of fun. We'd have our lessons in the mornings from 9.30am till about 12pm and then head straight back up to the tops of the mountains, have a picnic somewhere and then spend the whole afternoon exploring, until usually trying to get one of the last lifts to get the most out of our days as possible.
All in all, I LOVED skiing and can't wait to go again next year. I'm currently researching Scottish ski resorts for a ski shoot at work so maybe a trip will come up sooner...
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