The first guests have arrived and I could not have asked for a nicer bunch. They are a lovely family and are making my job nice and easy by being so laid back and relaxed. Still worried about Christmas day though, just because there's such high expectations put on the day, I'm not just talking about guests, it's anyone really. We all tend to build it up and then are usually ultimately disappointed that it wasn't that perfect image we had in our heads. That makes me sound like I don't like Christmas which isn't the case at all and anyone that knows me well will tell you that I LOVE Christmas! Anyway, Christmas is soon, the chalet is looking cosy, the snow is falling like crazy, the guests are nice and every so often I can hear a little person ask a big person "how many sleeps is it till Christmas?". Aaaaww, how sweet.
It's not all super easy though, it's bloody hard work chalet hosting. I knew it wasn't going to be easy but I don't think I was prepared for how exhausted you get after service. It just drains you and the thing is, when you're exhausted and thinking you could sleep for an age, the realisation comes that this is your life for the next five months. Then you get a text from someone in another chalet making mountain/beer plans for later and suddenly you remember how amazingly awesome it is that this is your life for the next five months. Happiness occurs.
This blog, informative (and hopefully at times amusing), is meant as a diary for me to remember lots of bits about my season in the Alps, that I might otherwise forget. Either through a Mutzig fuelled memory loss episode or just through the passing of time. So this part might be a bit random, but there's things I need to just note down.
Your hair smells of ... shampoo.
Dutty. "I'm STUCK!!!!" (from inside a duvet cover).
Alright there pal (said in a Scottish accent).
Allan and Lynn.
Basra and Berger-al-Arab.
Dirty Du Bois.
We can just hug it out.
Pineapple yoghurt swirls in the tomato and lentil soup.
Forgetting part of the main course and bringing it out halfway through dinner and having the balls to announce it as "and now for the best bit of your main meal".
Scaring people in boiler rooms.
Beer on the window sill.
Drinking wine out of coffee mugs.
Look at the elbow and the high five will follow.
Need any washing doing? (at 2:30AM)
D-12-Sprint
I'm sure that's not terribly amusing to those who have no idea what I'm chatting about, sorry.
Day off tomorrow. WOW!! Finally I'm heading out on the mountain. It's been snowing like mental and despite everyone else having been out, I've been good, looked after myself (I have a cold, don't want it to settle on my chest and then be out of action for weeks). So tomorrow is the day, there's meant to be blue skies and sunshine and I will finally get to ride my new set up. Yikes. How exciting!!!!!!
Off to cook for the little ones now, then the big ones, then beer and then riding some fluffy powder in the morning. Five months you say? Hmmm. Don't know if that's going to be enough?
