We skied. We queued. Ingrid also had just over an hour of ski school every day.

We had pancakes for breakfast (at least Ingrid did) and classy dinners at the hotel restaurant. I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the food at the hotel – my veggie dinner was excellent, and breakfast included bread that must have been fresh from a local bakery.

Lunch consisted of hamburgers at the fast-food place at the bottom of the slope, for three days in a row. I had serious cravings for fresh fruit and vegetables by Sunday evening.

We didn’t have much luck with the weather. It was cloudy and windy, so the views weren’t much to look at. But it meant that the slopes were not at all crowded. And we felt lucky anyway, because just as we were skiing down for the last time on Sunday afternoon, more and more lifts were being shut down due to the wind. We also felt lucky to be able to fly back home instead of another three-hour bus ride.