We chose the cold this time and supported the desire to see the pulcione with skis for the first time.
We got right up in Switzerland, at 1300 meters in the small village of Villars-Sur-Ollon, precisely in the canton of Vaud. I longed for, I confess, before coming here, bringing all the heat. Nothing is more liberating for me, a holiday with the kids, the only worry about him wearing the costume and then watch them run and play on the beach. But it went well, I'm not complaining, but in recent years, I have the syndrome of lizard and seeking always the sun with a preference for that warm! Added to this is my fall a few years ago with its transportation on a stretcher that gives me some of the image of Snow Queen. With this serious flaw in my resume I try to make up trying to bring the kids to skiing and trying to figure out if they like or if they have all inherited from it all me! The attempt to provide as the first 'guinea pig' the pulcione. Today was the first day. First a walk with the boots, then with one ski and then two and so small first descents. Really a lot of things for a first day of class, since I still put the skis on snow! This year, if we think we have really done great things. I understand that three years are a kind of turning point, the sport finally opens the doors and do not need the watchful presence of mom and dad at all times. All this I created a little reflection. The swim, now this first taste of skiing. When and how do you tell if a child has a passion for a sport? I speak with the experience of a child who has gone 'to pole bough ', making for some years attempts to racing in synchronized swimming and then jumping back and forth without a clear direction and eventually take with me for not getting me closer to a sport as it should. The question is how do you determine the ' as it should be' ? I do not think that my have an answer today, let alone a sin for not having made me an athlete. Maybe it was fate, and perhaps there was a love affair with the sport that I wish I had. But I believe that if the sport into your life as a normal dimension of everyday life difficult and they come out too easily. Remains at least, if you do not become an athlete, a love for physical activity and movement. How to satisfy then their preparation, in case there was, how can we capture? Of course you can not pass the year to let him experiment than anything, this will result in further damage to my psyche. How to seize a passion? I'm not one of those manic, obsessed with sports, this can be deduced easily from my little sports background, but how to help him to do something that he really likes. Maybe at some point I will tell him or I did not say and will be one who hates the sport because it might make him try to force many will end up not wanting to make none. However, the day today has seen the first part of 'I do not want to be here' a second part of the continuous down to 44 teeth with smiles! Really hard to understand! I enjoyed very much. Be able to see him do something that in the first moments it seemed difficult and inaccessible and to be aware of the conquest in the acquisition of self-control and his body is a joy for me difficult to measure. Better stop and think back to the hot chocolate 'helps flesh' that does so much to stay in the mountains and maybe it makes me relax, like on vacation should be. By the way, the 3 in the photo I'm not the one with brown fur!
Tips for Trip
Villars-Sur-Ollon is a place for families. This is evident from the tide of small children aged around us at every turn. Ski lessons already in the belly of mother and sleds at will. The snowy landscape is breathtaking. Upon waking the first thing we do is attach the nose to the window, just like in advertising, and look at this white landscape and embraced by the majestic Alps. Getting here is not complicated. By car you can do, it was our first option. We had imagined leaving Rome, to stop halfway to a place that would inspire us to continue towards the goal. I must say that then the breaking news of cars blocked the highway from 18 hours up to us discouraged. Even the air seemed risky, airport closures due to snow, but then we thought we would have preferred to remain stuck in the airport and inside the cockpit machine and so we opted for a flight from Rome to Geneva, headed Alitalia (an hour and a half) and then by car to Villars (about another hour and a half). You can also opt for the media after landing in Geneva. There is a train and then a shuttle. In this case, the journey takes a little longer. The village has restaurants, shops, a well-stocked pharmacy (and I know how important it is) and especially ski lessons for all ages. Even for adults. I would I need so much if not for the fact that sometimes I look back on a stretcher ...
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