Skiing is my passion, something that I’m keen to pass on to my little boys. So, we ski as much as possible. So I look hard for family skiing, rather than paying through the nose for expensive, formulaic, boring hotels, I always do my research. Move away from the tour operators and you come across independent hotels, all competing for business, so they really go out of their way and it shows.
Parked at the convenient Meet & Greet at Stansted and watered and fed at the gorgeous new champagne bar, Halo – a little luxury goes a long way! We are off to Germany, for a family skiing trip.
Imagine all your childrens’ dreams and some of your worst nightmares rolled into one. Sprinkle some fairy dust and voila! A brilliant, totally unimaginable outcome – a Kinderhotel. It’s magic.
It seems like a long time ago that we arrived back at Gatwick. Car picked up at Valet Parking, – a great tip for families, by the way- you drop of in the short-term car park, seconds from the entrance and pick-up again ready to speed home, from a much more convenient location than if you were parking yourself- our Samsonite’s all unpacked, out come Alexander’s Mini a Ture ski suit and boots, my Olang snow boots and my brand new Ray Ban Aviators that I picked up at Vision Express just before the trip. Paraphenalia all put away for next time.
Well, we’re off skiing. Whoopee!! I love skiing and have skied all my life. My parents went skiing on their honeymoon so I think it’s in the blood. I started at five and given that Alexander has now reached the ripe of old age of two and nearly a half I thought that it was about time to get him used to the white stuff – they say; the earlier the better.
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