My Life

Reader's Digest International - - Contents - BY ANNE ROUMANOFF

TO GET TO THE SKI RE­SORT, all go­ing well, takes six hours by train and two hours driv­ing on moun­tain roads: “Mummy, I feel yucky, I’m go­ing to be sick.”

“Hang on, I’ll open the win­dow … there you go, breathe in the fresh moun­tain air.”

“Mummy, I’m freez­ing … oh dear! I’ve been sick.”

Next comes the warm wel­come at the hol­i­day apart­ments, The Three Pines:

“Do you have a credit card, in case you break any­thing? If you want to take the lift then you’ll need to go around on the out­side. Watch out! It’s slip­pery un­der­foot … too late.”

You set­tle into a charm­ing stu­dio flat with a view of the moun­tains … well, of the car park at the foot of the moun­tains: “I thought this place slept six.”

“It does. Look, dar­ling, there are two sofa beds in the liv­ing room. Well … in the liv­ing-room/kitchen/din­ing-room.”

Then it’s off to the lo­cal mini-mart where it’s best to imag­ine that you’re shop­ping in a for­eign coun­try in a dif­fer­ent cur­rency:

“Eight euros for two liters of milk?” “Yes, it’s a spe­cial of­fer!”

Af­ter a night on a bed as hard as a bare plank you have to kit out each child with gloves, scarf, hat, ski suit, smother them with sun screen and put on their ski boots. Then, with his or her most win­ning smile, the child an­nounces: “Mommy, I want to go to the toi­let.”

In the moun­tains, I’ve come to re­al­ize that my fa­vorite sport is stretch­ing full length … on a lounger. I love to bask in the sun on the ter­race of high-al­ti­tude restau­rants with a mug of hot choco­late, a slice of blue­berry tart and a plate of chips. Be­ing among the peaks re­ally height­ens the ap­petite!

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