Looking down into cloud covered Chamonix valley
We're back from snowy and cold Chamonix!  Despite the injury, it was a terrific time and we both really needed the opportunity to unplug, which is definitely easier to do in a different continent and time zone.  As Frenchie dislocated his shoulder at the end of the third ski day, we were still able to fit in a good amount of skiing and spent the rest of the time sightseeing.

The town of Chamonix itself is a picturesque, quaint village nestled in the valley between towering mountains.  We were able to walk to everything within the town and buses shuttled skiers and snowboarders to the various different ski areas, all within a 20 minute ride.  Chamonix is a popular destination for the British set and we were able to converse in English in almost every restaurant and shop we entered.  It was fun attempting to piece together French phrases and I felt a lot more confident by the end of the trip.  Turns out we should have brushed up on the medical section of the French phrasebook instead of focusing on food and drink.

I'm glad to be back and throughout the week I'll be sharing more pictures and stories from the trip.  Happy February!