Why winter sports cannot be compared to that beach holiday

Yodelahitiii, people of the good life! After a week of snow in my thong, this editor is fully recharged and ready to accompany you. Did I miss anything? You did. If you follow me on Insta: sorry for the snow spam, for the newcomers: I was on a winter sports trip with my love, my mom, and her love (yikes, that all sounds so mushy all of a sudden) in Saint Sorlin d’Arves, a super cozy little village in the French Alps where there isn't much to do, but you can ski, eat delicious food, and sip on Aperol Spritz, and that's actually all you need.

Am I a die-hard winter sports enthusiast? Nope. Although I used to ski regularly as a child, there was a period of about ten years in between, and now I've been back on the slopes for about three years. Do I prefer snow over sun? Nah, not necessarily. But I wouldn't want to miss winter sports anymore if I can help it. It's really an extra cherry on the vacation pie. It's super fun, you feel completely alive as you zoom down that mountain, and if you're lucky, you come back with a nice tan too.

Still, there's something about winter sports that divides opinions. I always wonder what that is. And hey, I get that the image of ‘very cold’ combined with ‘being active’ doesn't sound great as a vacation, but let me break a small lance to wipe away your prejudices. I've never been so freaking warm on vacation (okay, except for those 39 degrees in Egypt) as this week in France. My nose got sunburned! I've never laughed so hard as this week. The kind of laugh where you have to squeeze all the gates of Mother Earth to avoid peeing in your ski pants, you know what I mean.

And yes, there's a chance you'll fall. I fell. And I got back up. I laughed, screamed, learned to play cards (really difficult, mark my words), and went down the black slope with sweat dripping from my brow. But I did it, so here speaks a ridiculously proud person.

Basically, the whole winter sports experience revolves around a few things: being together with your loved ones, enjoying good food and drinks, being one with nature, feeling free, and overcoming some fears here and there. You don't really think about clothing. Touching up your makeup. Combing your bangs (note to myself…). You just eat fries for three days in a row for lunch, who cares, you'll work it off later. You go to bed early because you're EXHAUSTED from the day. You wake up early to make the most of the day. The fresh mountain air is the nicotine you want to inhale. Your drug.

As a wise world traveler once said: ‘Paradise doesn’t have to be tropical’. Really not. Where you feel good on vacation is entirely up to you, but if you've never been on a winter sports trip, I say: don't hesitate, just experience the adventure yourself. You live. Now is your time.

P.S.: Say hi to Heidi. And Anton.