Let it snow! Avoriaz with the Charlessons: The arrival

After a week at home in Portugal Thomas, Margaux and I were bound for a week of skiing in the French Alps with Bronwen, Jonathon and Flynn Charlesson! Madness, I know. Thankfully we had that week in Portugal to help our bodies (Margaux's and mine) acclimatize from the 37* day we left in Perth to the -4* day we arrived in France...

We arrived in Avoriaz (the intentional skiing village we were to stay in) at about 3:00 that afternoon... via train, bus, and cable car.

The scene was incredibly picturesque - in fact, pictures will never do it justice.

We arrived at our accommodation, which was truly astounding. We had quite a large apartment, plus access to a heated swimming pool, a ski room, a daycare centre (for kids aged 3+, unfortunately), baby kits (highchair, travel cot etc.) for each infant and a menu for daily bread!

Margaux immediately set off for an explore around the apartment and we settled into our room. She discovered, much to her delight and our concern, that the microwave was the perfect height for her to push all of its buttons and twist all of its dials. Thankfully the combination of buttons and twisting was too complicated for her to get it working, but she was determined to try!

We had our first dip in the swimming pool, which Margaux simultaneously loved (the water) and feared (the bubble jets). She tried to climb face-first down the steps into the pool, but we put a stop to that!

The Charlessons arrived at about 8:00pm, having driven up from the bottom of the mountain - craziness! They uploaded all their gear and shopping, and we settled in for a tiny beer and Bronwen's home-made fajitas.