Nothing like sitting on the ground at London Luton, waiting…
…and after an hour delay there because of fog in Geneva, we finally landed in Geneva.
There, I got my first entry stamp in my brand new passport:
Our friends – mother and her young teen daughter – were already in, having been driven (by husband and Dad) from Dublin to Belfast, and then flown just before the fog had arrived. As planned, we shared the hour and a half taxi journey over to La Clusaz, France. This is their first visit to this Alpine town:
We’ve been here a bunch of times. My first visit was in 2001. Recently, we have been here now five years in a row: 2015, 16, 17, 18, and now in 2019.
While I do like seeing new places, there is also something pleasant about returning again and again to somewhere familiar:
There was some three feet of snow when we arrived. It was also a bit foggy:
That fog cleared some, and we were out and about on Sunday:
Shopping was required:
The next day, Monday (yesterday), was gorgeous:
And breakfast was pretty much as expected:
“Are you going to be writing while we’re here?” our friends’ daughter asked me at one point as we walked in the town.
“I hope so,” I told her.
But getting much writing done by the time we leave on Saturday isn’t going to be easy, and I don’t expect to do so. Four of us are in a holiday flat (originally it was to be only my wife and I), so I’ll be lacking as much time alone, or space, to write. Amazingly, I did actually manage to do a little yesterday.
“This place will inspire you,” she replied to me saying I was hoping to write while here, and waving her arm out at the mountain views and giggling.
Huh? “Inspire?” I wondered: Did someone put her up to that?🤔😁
She is something of a reader. (The other day, she moaned as we hear many a teen moan: “We’re reading [Fill in the name of a novel we all had to read in school] and it’s soooooooooooo boring.”) She has also shown some curiosity about my books, but not yet outright asking to see them. I had advised her mother a year or so ago: No, no, no. Not yet. She’s too young.
She can already ski somewhat. But she had a refresher beginner lesson on Monday morning. Post-ski, there was lunch:
That restaurant is at the bottom of the slopes:
She had also turned 14 on Sunday. At dinner that evening at a different restaurant, the staff (pre-informed by us, of course) acknowledged her birthday. They even got the whole restaurant briefly singing “Happy Birthday” in English:
Frankly, I’d been expecting, uh, they might maybe bring out some candles.😂😂😂😂
Have a good day, wherever you are.😊