Before making the two and a half hour drive, we picked up a couple of things from the house....as I lost the oldest daughter, Nadine (only to find her outside) and was carrying Patricia around with no shoes on. (It was winter, mind you) Needless to say, the first hour alone with the children was not the best. I think the parents had their doubts! But the holiday in the mountains went smoothly. It was a little difficult to be so close to the family so soon, though. The chalet is not so big. Also, the language barrier frightened me at first. I did not want one of the girls to be hurt or need something I could not give them due to misunderstandings. As time went on, this proved to be no problem! (You start to guess...a lot!)
Rene (my host dad) with the girls walking to "Cafe Clutch"
The girls' ski school...or "schie schule" in Swiss German.
Davos
I got to ski twice while there....except on the first day, Rene took me to the highest hill....so I would call it more "walking down a hill" than skiing. Never though I would live to tell the story!!!
