Pure cuteness
Chillaxin' after a day of skiing.
We made good use of the fireplace.
Incredible views out our window and the kid's ski camp was right next door.
View off our balcony.
This surreal landscape was the first thing I saw when I woke up the first morning. Ahhh!
These were some serious mountains....not like the "hills" I use to ski in highschool in NC. Big time. I decided to "go big or go home" and started at the very top with the other adults, day 1.
I had a few minor heart attacks but decided it was sink or swim time. Jeanne (the mom) was an expert skiier but was kind enough to wait up on me!
Brian and Kristin, the other parents on the trip, went the snowboarding route. Lunch at this mountain chalet was fantastic. Hearty goulash and hot spiced wine!
Before going down the "mountain of death" as we named it, we took in the views. And I procrastinated as much as possible because I was pretty....ok, VERY scared. One wrong move and I'd be off a cliff.
Ah, the beauty of it all!
Ski lift= frozen face= perma smile
One night both families went to a yodeling/ German dance show. The bread maker's dance was really entertaining. They spun around like wire wisks. And there was one dance/ fight over a girl and a girl in the crowd ended up getting smooched.
After the performance, the dancers corralled the men in the crowd to learn how to do the slap hand, thigh, foot, kick butts dance. Hilarious!
Moe (my Italy dad) is in the blue and the other dad, Brian is in the red and accessorized with an authentic belt. Such good sports!
Another night we went toboganning. But this was no ordinary sledding....it was intense: 2 K (over 1 mile) of an icy, winding, dark path. Sooo much fun but somehow I managed to get more bruises from sledding than skiiing!
The fearless extreme sledding crew. I managed to lap Kristin and her daughter...kind of forgot how to use the breaks..haha!
Before run number two, at the top of the run, we decided to warm up with some hot wine and hot chocolate at this cute little place complete with basket light fixtures, games, and fur for our tushies.
Liquid courage in the form of hot spiced wine.
Max ("my" 6 year old) and Kyleigh striking a pose after ski camp.
Gabe ("my" 8 year old) and Christopher took snowboarding school and had some mad skills by the end of the week.
The slope in Kirchdorf, right beside our chalet.
The boys playing keep away with Charlie the lab mix....she loooved the snow!
The last night of the boy's ski camp the instructors did a show for all the participants. Synchronized skiing, skiing on stilts, slolam, snow aerobics....good times!
I skied the last day by myself....in the extreme fog. At least I think I was by myself but really couldn't see anything around me when in the fog. The thrill factor was definitely present.
The kids had a race the last day and recieved medals! Gabe racing...
Max racing...
It was hard to leave the winter wonderland but I had a blast while it lasted!
Before going down the "mountain of death" as we named it, we took in the views. And I procrastinated as much as possible because I was pretty....ok, VERY scared. One wrong move and I'd be off a cliff.
Ah, the beauty of it all!
Ski lift= frozen face= perma smile
One night both families went to a yodeling/ German dance show. The bread maker's dance was really entertaining. They spun around like wire wisks. And there was one dance/ fight over a girl and a girl in the crowd ended up getting smooched.
After the performance, the dancers corralled the men in the crowd to learn how to do the slap hand, thigh, foot, kick butts dance. Hilarious!Moe (my Italy dad) is in the blue and the other dad, Brian is in the red and accessorized with an authentic belt. Such good sports!
Another night we went toboganning. But this was no ordinary sledding....it was intense: 2 K (over 1 mile) of an icy, winding, dark path. Sooo much fun but somehow I managed to get more bruises from sledding than skiiing!
The fearless extreme sledding crew. I managed to lap Kristin and her daughter...kind of forgot how to use the breaks..haha!
Before run number two, at the top of the run, we decided to warm up with some hot wine and hot chocolate at this cute little place complete with basket light fixtures, games, and fur for our tushies.
Liquid courage in the form of hot spiced wine.
Max ("my" 6 year old) and Kyleigh striking a pose after ski camp.
Gabe ("my" 8 year old) and Christopher took snowboarding school and had some mad skills by the end of the week.
The slope in Kirchdorf, right beside our chalet.
The boys playing keep away with Charlie the lab mix....she loooved the snow!
The last night of the boy's ski camp the instructors did a show for all the participants. Synchronized skiing, skiing on stilts, slolam, snow aerobics....good times!
I skied the last day by myself....in the extreme fog. At least I think I was by myself but really couldn't see anything around me when in the fog. The thrill factor was definitely present.
The kids had a race the last day and recieved medals! Gabe racing...
Max racing...
It was hard to leave the winter wonderland but I had a blast while it lasted!
amazing! i just love keeping up with your adventures this way.... thanks for posting!
ReplyDeleteAustria is beautiful indeed....that's great you got to ski there! I've only skiied on the "hills" of Wisconsin and Michigan, haha.
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