Cabin Fever

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I didn’t actually learn to snowboard until I was eighteen, of course like every other high-school student I wanted to go on the annual ski trip but never got the opportunity. So when an ex-boyfriend introduced me to the sport – I was terrified. I was scared of heights, hadn’t broken a bone in my body (still haven’t, touch wood) and the thought of having my feet strapped to one thing whilst flying down the side of a mountain left me shaking. So naturally, I was dying to try it out.

I fell in love with snowboarding instantly, I learned on an indoor ski slope and after plenty of falling over had found a lifelong passion. That is when my desire to complete a ski season was born. Since then, I have completed a two-year accelerated law degree and just about managed to graduate with my sanity intact.

I was awestruck, almost two years ago, on my first skiing holiday with the wide open blue skies, endless mountains and fresh alpine air, and I knew it would be a place I would feel the need to return to again and again. I managed to get myself a job with a top tour operator in the resort of Tignes, in South-Eastern France by the Swiss/Italian border.

In just under a week, I will be flying out to Geneva with 26 likeminded individuals, some of which, like me, will be working as resort representatives and others as chalet hosts (yes, exactly like in Chalet Girl but unfortunately without Ed Westwick.) to begin 2-weeks of intense training to set us up for the job and I couldn’t be more excited.

So, for the next 6 months, I plan to give you a girl’s guide to surviving 6 months in the mountains as a resort representative, covering everything from goggles to gondolas.

 

 

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