Alps week (day 1)
I’m not skier. I wish I was, I really do. I just can’t bring myself to fall in love with a sport that leaves me wet and chilled to the bone, with an unnecessary ski mask sunburn. We arrived at the Grand Borand yesterday afternoon. By the time we carried all the luggage and the equipment up the 170 stairs of hell, no one had the courage to bundle up and hit the slopes. I never thought I’d...