Joyeux Noël

 

If you can't spend Christmas amongst family and friends, the next best option is

to escape to the Alps.  

 We just spend 8 nights in a little village, St-Martin-de-Belleville, which accesses

the largest ski-able area in the world, Les Trois Vallées.

The snow was good, the company was even better, and the scenery was

incredible.

Despite the fact that heavy snow meant that wireless wasn't an option, we didn't

feel too homesick after a few phone calls and glasses of mulled wine.

Why mulled wine hasnt hit the slops of Australia yet I don't know, but as of July

2011, its going to be hotter than hot chocolate!

Carols in French!

Having studied French as a teenager, I absorbed much information that I thought

to be "fact" only to arrive in the country and realise that much of that was false...

People don't dip their breakfast in their hot chocolate as much as I had hoped,

and the last time I heard the "vous" form of a verb was when I used it towards

someone I had just met, and was promptly told that "no one uses that

anymore". 

One thing that was totally accurate (Thank you Mrs Tickner) was Christmas

traditions. Little Buche de Noël  appeared in Bakerys around the place and I

squealed with delight. They are little cakes that are decorated to look like logs,

which symbolise the old tradition of burning a log between Christmas and New

Years Eve. They taste good too. 

All in all, a Christmas well spent.