For 6 days, we skied and snowboarded
We woke up each morning at 6 plus to catch the first glimpse of sunshine creeping his
way up from behind the Alps
Engulfing the morning moon while spreading his rays and warming the snowy slopes.
Our apartment, perched at the edge of a hill, overlooking a pine forest, was a little cozy nest, for us to rest our tired body after a day of downhill charge. Simple home cooked food was our best treats at the end of the day and to refuel ourselves for another day of daring thrill.
The French Alps at Flaine was an awe inspiring view.
And to think that I had seen the best during our last ski trip in Wengen.
I was wrong.