Where do I begin?

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year….”

Honestly I am a bit disappointed.

I had this picture of us strolling on the snowy streets of Kitzbuhel, sipping my morning coffee wearing only a bathrobe while gazing at the majestic mountains , pine trees, covered with a blanket of snow.

Having a quick snowball fight with son, before he takes off with his ski instructor.

Drinking mulled wine by the fireplace, while people are rushing in, shaking snow of their coats and hair, rubbing hands together and just be happy to be inside after a long day on the ski slopes.

The reality is, that we did take a stroll on the streets. It is a wonderful “little” town with gorgeous old buildings in the center. All beautifully decorated by evergreens, baubles, almost all the windows. Like a picture. Horse drawn carriages waiting their clients to be taken around the small streets.

But without the snow it is not quite the same.

Do enjoy my coffee, though fully dressed, down in the restaurant before having breakfast.

Food. I can find no fault in it. Love buffet breakfasts, but only if they have variety.
This hotel most definitely has.
We start the breakfast with shots of the day. So far I’ve tasted aloe vera-mango, aloe vera-coconut and a tomatoey concoction.
Then you continue on with more fresh juices, smoothes if you like, cereals, muesli, fresh fruits, cold cuts, cheeses, eggs…the usual stuff.

What I enjoy here is their fresh farm butter and their wholegrain breads. I am a bread and butter kind of gal, happy with it, add some tomatoes to it, and it’s the perfect meal.

With our suite ( did I mention that instead of having our usual 2 bedroom suite A decided to go with the presidential one again ? ) comes half board, so we tend to eat dinner here as well.

The highlight of the day. You have two choices, each of them consists of a cold and warm appetiser, main dish and a dessert.

Try not to eat much during the day, so I can try all of them. Each bite is like an explosion of flavours in my mouth.

Imagine having lamb lettuce with pine nut granola and raspberries, or scallops on inky risotto. Though the chef tends to put a white foam on everything. Yet to find out what it is.

Snowball fights.

There is snow up int the mountains on the ski slopes, not enough to build a snow man, a bit icy by now.
For the first two days we had wonderful sunshine, so while M was skiing with the instructor , we hiked around, with me taking zillions of pictures of the fantastic view.

Sipping hot lemony tea while sunbathing on the terrace of one of the “coffeeshops” or more like hüttes.

A is not much of a company, busy with his Candy Crush game. I long for meaningful conversations, or just chats about nothings, but we never had that kind of relationship. Communication problems. There comes a time when you stop trying and retreat into your own shell, where you are safe and sound.

As an introvert I love being on my own, love my own company, so just sitting and watching skiers go by, dropping by to have some refreshments, or just gazing at that lone bird high up in the sky is fun.

Others might find it almost impossible to be alone, need constant feedback from others. However he introverts are their own best friends.

Today was a bit too much. Went to a different place, where there was nowhere to walk, the heavy clouds of silence were gathering faster then the ones around the top of the mountains.

After two teas and about a hundred of photos our son was back. Confident, tired and starving. And I had to deal with a different kind of emotion. Envy. Just a little bit. After all you do not envy your own son.

I didn’t exactly envy him, more like all those who were up there skiing or snowboarding.
I know I can do it, so wanted to learn…but had to face reality, my knees are really not up for it.

Hope dies last. I’ve tried so much, collagen, curcuma, huge doses of Vitamin C, creams, reflexology, crystals, and the good old cabbage leaves. Everything except surgery.

Must try. It is on my bucket list. The ski that is, not the surgery.