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We got off of the train and had to find our rental car, still sick and unable to propel my own limbs, this was the longest hour of my life. I sat laid on the floor next to the rental station while my family moved like icebergs trying to arrange our car. Now keep in mind there are 5 of us, and I think we had about 10 8 bags between us. So of coarse we got a vehicle capable of comfortably seating us, as well as a place for all of our luggage. Right? Well m good sir, you could not be more wrong. We walked up to our “car” and I thought maybe we each got our own?! No such luck. This “car” technically sat 5 people but that’s riding the bitch hump in the back. And what about the trunk you might ask? Haha……no such luck. All we had was an “area” behind our seats that fit about 17/32 of our luggage. So naturally the rest of our belonging sat on our laps for the anticipated 2-hour car ride to our timeshare. Now I say “anticipated” because that wasn’t including the hour and a half pit stop we made in an effort to find food to cook for dinner that night. Most of you haven’t ridden in a car with my father but I could best describe his driving like a mule chasing a carrot only the mule never looks at the road and every sign he sees is in French and faster and more acquainted mules are honking and racing by us. Let us not forget that the mules whining children and wife are in the back seat unable to even see what is going on due to the luggage covering every inch of the vehicles windows. A nauseating experience at best.
We arrived at our condo, my family got settled in and I took a 6-hour nap. After my nap I was feeling a little better and we all enjoyed a really nice meal that my mother had prepared for us. I had homework to do so I got right on the computer afterwards and spent just about the rest of the night doing that.
The next day, we had a few things to do and everyone wanted to go se some sights around town, I wasn’t really feeling up to that so I just stayed in and finished my homework. They got back and my older brother Ben and I went down to the rental shop to rent our ski equipment for the next day. My little brother was leaving the following morning and m older brother won’t be in the states for Christmas so we decided to celebrate Christmas that night. My older brother brought us gifts from Cambodia and some other countries and my parents bought us all little things from around town. We had a really nice meal and just drank wine and talked for the rest of the night.  The next day, we decided not to go skiing because my older brother had gotten sick. So we saw Ryan off and mainly just hung out that day. I realized that a term project for one of my classes was due that night, rather than in 3 nights, so I did that real quick and then sat around watching non stop soccer and curling on TV (luckily in English)

The next day, we all drove about an hour (it takes 30 minutes just to get down the mountain) to the ski resort. My brother and I skied while my parents explored little towns in the area. We got on the lift(that we couldn’t see the top of) and wondered when it was going to end. We had to get on 3 separate lifts to get to the top of the mountain and it took us about 40 minutes to get to the top. Amazing sights up there. I think this was one of the highlights of my trip so far. Just so beautiful and perfect for skiing, unfortunately we wore about 987234x more clothing that we needed and were sweating within minutes. We took a break to eat some food and covered ourselves in snow just to cool down. Best skiing of my life! We then skied to the bottom where the lift had just broken, the only option was to wait for it to get fixed, or ski on completely flat ground for god knew how long. We didn’t want to waste our day to we decided to see where the path took us. We assumed it was to another lift but we had no idea. We started along the path and when we turned the corner we could barely see the other lift off in the distance. After about 20 minutes of this we came to a snow mobile sopped on the mountainside, he yelled something in German and pointed to a rope he had just thrown out. No clue what he said but we instinctively grabbed the rope and he took off. And he was moving too, it was a lot of fun. The really fun, and fortunate part, was that we were zipping by all of these people that had been practically walking for an hour to the next lift! We were so lucky It was time to head down but my brother had wrecked so he wasn’t able to take the usual route down. We took winding paths all the way to the bottom.
We met up with our parents and headed for home. Really great day.

The next entry will be Paris, France!