But we dont know what to do when we do eventually see it.... well the snow virgins like me dont..
So on the last day of my holiday, P drove me to Limone Piemonte in Italy as I really wanted o see snow. Its about a 2 hour drive through mountains and little villages, we drove from Monaco, to France, then into Italy and suddenly we were in France again and finally in Italy. It was surreal.
P's friend had told him about a little restaurant before Limone, it would be a little uphill trek but manageable with a bit of snow on the ground...
Well it turned out that it had snowed more than P had thought and the little bit of a hard walk up hill in a bit of snow ended up as heavy going in knee deep snow at times. Not forgetting that thinner air makes me lose my breath faster and asthma complicates it..
The trek back down was a bit better, but I still moaned and whined about falling over and getting my camera wet and getting all wet etc. Gold medal for P for letting me moan and whine and still taking me down to Limone for Lunch. Gold medal to me for not killing P for not remembering that I was a snow virgin and a whiner.
We then drove down to Limone for lunch which put me in a better mood and walked the christmas market. I will include the name of the restaurant in an update later (after I unpack and find the card) as the food was really good. Simple restaurant with great food.
It was a picture perfect day, a bit out of my depth but then thats life isnt it..
|Standing on firmer snow, clutching my handbag on a trek.......|