(This has NO editing.. isn't it stunning?)
It seemed as soon as we were up, we were down. We landed in the most beautiful airport I have ever seen. Well, the airport wasn't lovely, its surroundings were. Picturesque mountains surround me, and it was surprisingly warm! We grabbed our bags, jumped in a cab, and made our way to the hotel. When we arrived in the hotel we were greeted with hot chocolate and skis. Only one thing was between my family and i and the slopes, we quickly changed and ran (well.. hobbled) to the ski lift. We spent all afternoon racing down the slopes and trying not to fall over (we have a tradition that the first person to fall each day has to do a forfeit.)
After our tiring afternoon we retreated back to our hotel room, ate and feel asleep. I dreamt of snowy mountains and hot chocolate, however my reality the next morning was very different from my dreams...... I woke up the next morning with the most horrible cold I have every had. My dad insisted I stay in the hotel and rest up, and thats exactly what I did. While my dad and brother were having fun, I slept. My cold got progressively worse and so my dad decided we should leave and go home as soon as possible. I felt awful! I didn't want to make the trip a bust for my dad a brother. My little brother came round to the idea of leaving once he found out he could get a new toy if he was a good boy about leaving. So the next morning (Sunday) we woke up, my dad and brother hit the slopes for one last ski and i packed. We left the hotel, went to the airport and flew home.
After our tiring afternoon we retreated back to our hotel room, ate and feel asleep. I dreamt of snowy mountains and hot chocolate, however my reality the next morning was very different from my dreams...... I woke up the next morning with the most horrible cold I have every had. My dad insisted I stay in the hotel and rest up, and thats exactly what I did. While my dad and brother were having fun, I slept. My cold got progressively worse and so my dad decided we should leave and go home as soon as possible. I felt awful! I didn't want to make the trip a bust for my dad a brother. My little brother came round to the idea of leaving once he found out he could get a new toy if he was a good boy about leaving. So the next morning (Sunday) we woke up, my dad and brother hit the slopes for one last ski and i packed. We left the hotel, went to the airport and flew home.
I arrived home, watched "Sweeney Todd" with my dad and hit the bed. I remained there until 3 o'clock this afternoon! I feel a lot better already.. there is nothing worse than being ill away from home.
That's all!
Cheers xoxo,
Kitty & Elizabeth





