“This place will inspire you…”

Nothing like sitting on the ground at London Luton, waiting…

[Awaiting departure: London Luton Airport, England. Photo by me, 2019.]

…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:

[Switzerland entry stamp. Photo by me, 2019.]

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:

[Church, main square, La Clusaz, France. Photo by me, 2019.]

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:

[Main square, La Clusaz, France. Photo by me, 2019.]

There was some three feet of snow when we arrived. It was also a bit foggy:

[Looking down toward La Clusaz, France. Church is visible in the center. Photo by me, 2019.]

That fog cleared some, and we were out and about on Sunday:

[La Clusaz, France. Photo by me, 2019.]

Shopping was required:

[Shopping. La Clusaz, France. Photo by me, 2019.]

The next day, Monday (yesterday), was gorgeous:

[Morning. La Clusaz, France. Photo by me, 2019.]

And breakfast was pretty much as expected:

[Breakfast. La Clusaz, France. Photo by me, 2019.]

“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.

[La Clusaz, France. Photo by me, 2019.]

“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?๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜

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:

[Lunch. La Clusaz, France. Photo by me, 2019.]

That restaurant is at the bottom of the slopes:

[Ski slope. La Clusaz, France. Photo by me, 2019.]

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:

[Restaurant. La Clusaz, France. Photo by me, 2019.]

Frankly, I’d been expecting, uh, they might maybe bring out some candles.๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

Have a good day, wherever you are.๐Ÿ˜Š