Mays failed holiday

As I here as I wrote, I went to the German mountains and suddenly received a cold alert from my father via text. Immediately I understood again why I hadn't been on a winter sports trip for so long...

Packing the suitcase for five is normally quite a task, but with winter sports, the dose of stress doubles. Warm outfits for daytime that are almost impossible to find (although Simone has quite a few good tips) and then for the evenings, a nice outfit for dinner. In hotels in winter sports areas, it is always a tropical 27 degrees. Just like they like to air-condition hotels and restaurants to 18 degrees in New York during the summer. They call it luxury, but I find it incredibly annoying because that means extra outfits. here And now there was also a NYE party where I needed at least two outfit options. But well,.

the Kadjar from Renault, that I was allowed to take for the occasion has a double and wonderfully spacious trunk, so I managed to take everything with me. But what turned out once in the German mountains... No snow. And no cold. Which meant we had to make do with those few sets that were actually meant for the evenings all week. In fact, I spent most of the week in my swimsuit because, due to the lack of skiing opportunities, we sought refuge in the divine spa and the beautiful indoor pool. By the way, the latter has become a new fantasy, but that's beside the point.

The good news is that I was wonderfully with my parents for five days and had them around me 24 hours a day again. My mother turned seventy, hence this outing. And I actually got the urge to ski again because of those mountain views. Moreover, it has become very fashionable since Karl Lagerfeld embraced the Tyrolean look in his Métiers d’Art collection for Chanel. So Tyrol, let's gather some snow and we are on our way.

As I wrote here, I went to the German mountains and suddenly received a cold alert from my father via text. Immediately I understood again why I had been...