A Quick Little Trip

Luckily for Elizabeth and I, we had a four day weekend. That's right. Four days to ourselves... Except not. We go to a very demanding school, in which our teachers see the words "four day weekend" as an invitation to assign numerous projects and tests all due Tuesday..... It wasn't all sadness though, I had lovely plans for the weekend. My little brother and dad all took a trip to Mammoth. All three of us love to ski, and make it a priority to ski at least once a year; so this week was our opportunity :) We got up early Friday morning and headed for LAX. We sat on the plane, and awaited the hugely dreaded take off (I hate flying...)  As we rose higher and higher  into the atmosphere and flew closer and closer toward mammoth the views became well worth it.

(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.

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