Facing my ski holiday fears in Baqueira
Hello everyone. This week I am finally facing my ski holiday fears and blogging from Baqueira Beret, the largest ski resort in Spain nestled on the northern slopes of the Pyrenees. I’ve always been a bit reluctant to try a skiing holiday, just knowing that I like to spend my money and time in a more tropical, relaxing manner but as my partner LOVES the sport and is eager for Isabella to learn I thought it was time to give it a good go.
As I type away I am surrounded by a vast alpine landscape, cute wooden chalets and sprinklings of fresh snow, it’s undeniably extremely beautiful. To reach our destination we made a 4 hour road trip from Bilbao with our two friends, Katie and Scott, and toddlers up through the Basque Country into France, finally crossing the boarder back into Spain. The journey was breathtaking as we drove through picture-perfect villages where the only sign of life was coming from burning chimneys in quaint cottages and footprints from the morning bread run. It was so funny to notice the striking contrast between Spanish and French culture, the French preferring to live life at home but as I know so well, the Spanish are street people who like to socialise at every given opportunity, the Spanish villages were full of cafes, tapas bars, posters advertising food and fun. I’m really becoming extremely fond of the Spanish and their lust for life.
Now I’m 4 days in to the trip I think I can make a few observations. I have come to realise that yes, it is as I imagined quite stressful in terms of hiring the correct boots, skis, sticks, helmets, goggles and then working out how to put it all together and move while surprisingly sweating in long johns, thermals, fleeces and ski suits and the anxiety and excitement that fills the air in the morning as everyone is trying desperately to get on the slopes, I wasn’t even allowed a coffee on my first day (imagine). I also had a few choking moments at the initial costs of things and a bit of a panic about leaving Isabella in the ski nursery but with all that said I have absolutely loved every single minute of skiing.
The moment I left my more experienced group and went off with my lovely, patient teacher - I instantly GOT IT (that’s why people adore it as oppose to technique just to clarify.) Learning a new sport, the silence, the intense concentration it requires that had a meditative effect to on my mind, the sense of achievement as I progressed and the wonder of nature as you float up on the ski chairs - this undeniably is a little piece of heaven.
I’m so happy I’ve tried it, I’m not sure I’ll be rushing back but giving things a go is incredibly important in life, right? Isabella on the other hand has loved every minute and will be back every year with her daddy leaving me to swan off on a yoga retreat perhaps.