The last time I went skiing I was about 12 years old… horrible experience. I spent three weeks at Saint-Véran, which is the highest village in France. It’s in the Alps, and I didn’t know back then that I had some health issues, which made living there quite challenging to say the least. I was basically unable to breathe normally the whole time, so any type of physical activity made my head spin, and I would faint.

So you can imagine now as an aware adult, when my boyfriend suggested we go on a fancy ski trip at Les Arcs, I actually made a long face. He loves going to snowy mountains for skiing in the winter, and I managed to escape that activity for the past 4 years we’ve been together… but this year, I couldn’t pass up on it. I said yes, let’s go and maybe it’ll be fun.