So I took a vacation over the holidays. Totally unexpected but very much needed, I couldn’t wait to get my butt on the plane and over the English Channel, starting my trip in Chamonix, France.
The trip came about thanks to my friend Anthony. We’d met for Christmas drinks, he mentioned they were spending Christmas at their country house outside of Lyon, he said ‘Come over for New Years Eve!’, we booked our tickets, and next thing I knew we were flying to Lyon on December 28th.
I needed this vacation. My bank account wouldn’t agree, but my mental and emotional wellbeing would surely thank me! 2015 had turned out to be the toughest year I’ve yet experienced, for so many reasons that I won’t go into, but I hit some all time lows, adding the loss of four jobs, and spending the year worrying about money, life, my health, my happiness and everything else there was to worry about. I had taken just two days holiday from London during the year, and anyone that lives or has lived in this city will know that’s not enough to remain sane. The city gets under your skin and poisons you if you don’t take a break from it. So here was the chance to go to France, and I was taking it.
The original plan was to fly into Lyon, stay the night, collect our hire car and drive to our friends country house, until I suddenly had a lightbulb moment. My friends Rachel and Toby live in Chamonix, so we should go to Chamonix! And that’s exactly what we did.
Landing in Lyon on the 28th, we slept over in the oh so classy Ibis Hotel near the airport (Kardashians we are not), before collecting our car on the 29th and making our way towards Chamonix.
Of course a service stop was required, and with limited choice on food, we reluctantly started our holiday off in the most carb-like of ways at Paul, eating quiche and brioche for late breakfast. I nibbled a few bites, silently apologising to my digestive system for the onslaught of gluten!
Back in the car, we continued our way towards Chamonix, where I sang the entire trip to Mariah, Boyz II Men and the Bieb! (look at all you new Belieber’s , where were you when he was a bad boy!? Don’t hate the player, hate the game.)
Arriving in Chamonix mid afternoon, we were pretty surprised by the lack of snow. The world’s season’s have gone mad! Autumn weather in the northern hemisphere, snow in New Zealand in December, I mean what the?!
We found our way to Rachel and Toby’s house and had the most excitable of welcome’s from the pup’s, Leuka and Storm. After catching up we decided to head out for a walk.
Storm and her super long lashes, stood impatiently in the car boot, ready and energetic for her walk.
Leuka on the other hand, seemed less than enthused with the idea of exercise.
We parked the car, the pup’s jumped out, and they were off. FREEDOM!
We wandered along, and I tried my best not to look like Bambi on ice, when we hit the slippery parts of the path.
The fur babies were in their element, oblivious to the cold, they were on the search for the biggest tree branches they could get their mouth’s around.
The freezing water proved no problem for them either, as they leapt in for a drink.
The view was beautiful. I mean, I never get bored at the sight of Big Ben and St Pauls, but this was stunning!
Back in the car, we decided to head into the centre of town to warm up with a drink at the pub.
Mulled wine and beer all around.
The boys chatted about boy stuff, and Rachel and I talked wedding venues and wedding dresses as her and Toby are getting married later this year. It was so much fun to catch up, I’ve known Rachel since I was 13, going to the same high school, and later on the same technical college course. We lost touch after that, but after bumping into each other one day, we got talking and discovered we were both moving to London the exact same day.
After drinks were drunk, nacho’s were devoured, and I witnessed this guy and his amazing transportation, it was time to call it a day and hit the road again.
Next stop for us, Annecy….