Skiing in the Alps, 2015

Skiing in the Alps, 2015

Recently I was lucky enough to go away on holiday with my Au Pair family for the week to their house in the Alps. Getting there required an 8 hour car journey from Paris, with an overnight stay near Lyon. After spending the majority of the journey sleeping or reading Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl, one can only imagine the sheer excitement that I experienced once we turned a corner and the beautiful snow-covered mountains welcomed us. My Au Pair family’s house is located in a small city in the Alpes-de-Haute-Provence, called Barcelonnette. Here, you are surrounded by mountains, of which the peak of the highest is around 3412m – very high indeed!

Once we arrived at the house, it was clear that it had snowed for a long time before our arrival. Therefore, we had to make the most of it! After loading everything into the house, the kids and I put on our snow gear, grabbed a sledge each, and headed to the nearest hill for some sledging! (Which in French is: faire de la luge) That evening, the eldest son of the family arrived with his friends. This meant that tomorrow (Monday) would be the first day of skiing!

Now, the last time I went skiing must have been when I was 13 years old (feel free to correct me Mum!), and so, now being 21 you might think I was a little bit rusty. I must admit that my very first attempt to get on the ski lift failed, with me dragging along behind for a while… But nevertheless, I seemed to remember more than I thought! After having an hour-long private lesson, the ski instructor informed me that he had never seen someone progress as quickly as I had! Queue ego boost… So after another successful lesson the following day, this time with a group for two hours; my family decided to take me on one of their ski runs. This doesn’t sound too bad, or out of the ordinary, but wait. You see, my Au Pair family are amazing at skiing – they have all been doing it since they came straight out of the womb, and as for me, I’m not quite at their level (that’s putting it mildly) So this particular run that we did turned out to be the hardest one of the resort. After managing to ski off-piste, falling over several times, and attempting to ski down one slope with a gradient that felt somewhat like a straight vertical line down, I eventually finished. Despite sweating my entire body-weight, wanting to cry and praying to God to make sure that I survived, it was a very good feeling knowing that I had managed to make it to the bottom. However, I quickly declined the invite to go again, and decided to take a more leisurely blue run for my second day.

The next few days involved around 6 hours worth of time spent on the mountains, with lovely nights in by the fire. Although one evening, I joined the youngest child in my Au Pair family for a spot of Go-Karting. As everyone had turned down the invite to go with him, I thought why not? I was, however, quite apprehensive that it was going to be full of tiny kids, but boy was I surprised. Racing along us were grown men! They were indeed the fathers of some of the children racing. So whilst the youngsters were leisurely taking their time around the course, the men were absolutely going for it! I remained semi-relaxed, whilst not wanting to be overtaken by a child, and ended up coming fifth. Sadly, I think my career as a Go-Karter has come to an end, and I will bid adieu to this.

Ah yes, back to the skiing. One of the Ski resorts that we spent a lot of time at is called Pra-Loup. There are a couple of snow parks that I went to with my Au Pair kids, and it was such fun to be able to see them do jumps. Alas, I did not have a go. At the time I felt too scared, but now looking back, I wish just done it. Next time eh?

On the Saturday, the day before we were due to leave, we decided to have a day off from skiing. In the afternoon we just about to set off to take the kids sledging one last time, when all of a sudden the clouds burst open and it absolutely poured down with snow! It was amazing. I have never seen snow so thick. We spent that afternoon playing in the snow and sledging. I have so many funny videos of the children sledging, and falling off their sledges. I will wait till their 18th birthdays to embarrass them! That evening, we went for a lovely walk. There is something magical about the freshly fallen snow, especially as the sunlight glistens off the surface making it look almost like glitter or a precious diamond. It was what I imagine a winter wonderland to be like.

The next day we were supposed to leave apres-midi, in the afternoon in order to get back to Paris at a semi-resonable time. I had decided a few days earlier that I wasn’t going to ski that morning. The whole inconvenience of being all sweaty and smelling on the 8/9 hour car journey did not appeal to me. However, when I awoke that Sunday morning and saw the beautiful scenery, it was hard not to be tempted. So, indeed I went skiing for the last time this holiday. The snow was in perfect condition as well – where there was once ice, it was now fresh thick snow. Whilst the family went off-piste, I decided to venture on my own and went down a few of my favourite runs. By now, the hardest red runs were actually not too bad! So after a quite a few goes down the mountain, and without any falls (yay!), we bid farewell to the slopes and began our journey back home.

Overall, I had the most amazing experience. As you can tell by the photos, the landscape was stunning. I am extremely thankful to have had the opportunity to go with my Au Pair. I just hope that the next time I go skiing will be sooner rather than later!

Be sure to check out all the photos that I took during my time in the Alps on my flickr account:


Two weeks and three (technically four) cities later

Two weeks and three (technically four) cities later

It feels like such a long time since I sat down and wrote a blog post, and oh how I have missed it! My blog, I guess, has become somewhat of a diary almost, except a very public one which friends and family (and others obviously!) can come along with me on my journey. The last two weeks has definitely included many a journey. As you may already know, I have been on holiday for the last two weeks, and I really tried to make the most of my time off.

For the first week of my vacation, I was lucky enough to be invited by my French family to go with them skiing! They own a property in a small town called Jausiers, which is located in the Alpes-de-Haute-Provence of France. I had an amazing time, and cannot thank them enough for taking me away on one of the best holidays of my life! Whilst there, I fell in love all over again with skiing (having been many years ago), and hope that I get the chance to do it more often in the future.

After a nine-hour car journey all the way back to Paris, an early 4.30am wake up call brought me onto my next mini adventure – around 33 hours to be precise – to Geneva with one of my best au pair friends. And what a whirlwind experience that was. Despite only being there for just two days, we managed to see and experience a lot, even making time for an Opera on the Monday night (more about that in an up-coming blog post about this particular trip!).

Following this, my final trip of the holidays was to Madrid to see Malek before he departs for his South American adventure this March. It was lovely to be back in Madrid with more days to explore the beautiful city and just to relax after my busy adventures. We also headed to Segovia, just north of Madrid. I had never been there before, but couldn’t wait, especially when Malek told me that Segovia has the highest concentration of Romanesque churches in its city. It was like being at Disneyland for me!

So there you have it. A very, very brief outline of all my adventures during my two-week holidays. I apologise for the shortness of this blog post, but I really just wanted to update all my wonderful readers, and am in the process of writing up my experiences along with the photographs I have taken on each trip to upload onto here. So watch out this space!

The beautiful Cathedral of Segovia
The beautiful Cathedral of Segovia

Farewell January, hello February!

Farewell January, hello February!

January is often a somewhat monotonous month. Christmas has come and gone, and people go back to work or university. However, for me, this January has been incredibly different to what I have become accustomed to. For the last 6 years, January has meant exams, but this year was the first time in many that I didn’t have to revise over the Christmas holidays nor panic myself during this period. So now, I have a very different view-point of this time of year.  As previously mentioned, nothing exciting normally happens around this time, but here in Paris, January has definitely been an eventful one.

One only needs to think back to the three days of terror that took the city by surprise, with the attack on the satirical paper Charlie Hebdo, and the hostage scenes taking place both outside Paris and in the very heart of the city. Everyone was shaken by these events, which ultimately led to the most attended march in French History. Within the following weeks, the hysteria subdued, and people carried on with their January. Personally, this month has been incredibly interesting, not only living within the city that endured the scrutiny of the world for three days, but being able to be a part of the historical march that took place the following Sunday.

Anyway, as we wave goodbye to January and welcome February, I cannot help but burst with excitement for this upcoming month. For me, February is all about travelling! By the beginning of March I would have travelled to three cities, in two different countries.

The beautiful village of Barcelonnette (Photo from

My first adventure takes place in the French Apls, in Barcelonnette to be precise. I am going skiing with my Au Pair family for a week, and I cannot wait! I haven’t been skiing since I was about 13 years old, and I can only hope I remember how to do it. I remember how to snowplough, or at least I think I do, so fingers crossed. My French family own their own chalet up in the Alps, and it will be a wonderful occasion to send more time with them and to see them skiing (and letting them watch and laugh whilst I attempt to do so too!).

Straight after my week skiing, the very next day I go over the border to Switzerland for a quick two-day visit to Geneva. My friend Kate (check out her blog here, it’s awesome!), mentioned about some cheap flights to Geneva and wanted to see if I was interested in going – and of course I was! Whilst living in Paris and being on my gap year, I am desperate to make the most of being able to travel, and I jumped at the chance to be able to go to this enchanting city. Even though we’re only staying one night, I’m sure that we’ll be able to see and do plenty. I hate to admit this as well, but I actually don’t know that much about Geneva. So if anyone has any tips or knows of particular sites or places to go, please do let me know. I’ve always wanted to go to Switzerland, and I am really excited.

After Geneva, literally the day after, I get on a plane and head over to the west – to Madrid! I will be going to Madrid for 5 days to visit my boyfriend Malek (who’s blog is incredible, check it out if you haven’t already). When I last went over in November, we had two days of sight-seeing, so I’m particularly eager to see even more of this amazing city and perhaps take a day trip or two to places outside of Madrid. So if you’re reading this Malek, getting planning on the various things we can see and do in the city!

As you can see, this is going to be a busy month for me, and keep checking out my blog as I write about all these mini adventures 🙂 I’d love to hear your thoughts and insights about anywhere I am travelling to, or just in general.