Each time I ski holiday, I spend a portion of the trip in tears. I love the majesty of the mountains, the après ski scene, and the abundance of alpine food. But the truth is… actual skiing scares the crap out of me! I learned this sport later in life (at age 27) and I only go once a year, so my skills and confidence are, well… still developing. I don’t have that perfect hip swivel or parallel stance. Or that fearlessness when facing somewhere steep. This almost always sends me to a waterworks moment on the mountain. Yet, I still love the alpine experience. So each year, I visit a snow-laden Neverland. However, on this trip to Meribel, instead of looking for thrills, I aimed for peace. Namely, the ability to namaski.
