A commune in the Alps. With a downstairs spa... and maid service... and a personal shopper... and midnight sledding followed by spiked hot chocolate... with ridiculous games of charades... and two dozen eggs getting scrambled every morning.
Days spent playing/ snowboarding/ skiing outside in air fresher than a York peppermint patty, and nights under a sky so clear the stars put our (we as collective bedazzled ladies in the group) diamonds to shame.
"Jackson! Laura! Look how classy you guys look in these robes that come with the rooms! These are so comfortable I could live in them... These should be the official outfit of the commune!!!"
|I want to go (back) to there (the first floor of our house).|
|How happy were we? Laura happy.|
|Still can't believe this is real... and that we didn't get more pictures.|
As I learned how to get by on crutches (it turns out the key is other, able bodied people being awesome and helping), the girls did something far more interesting and started gymnastic lessons.
|Charging to the trampoline|
|...charge did not lead to as big a jump as we might have hoped|
|her AMAZING coach|
|The wedge is supposed to make forward rolls easier... she opted for rolling up it|
|Her favorite part of class~ intimidating moms with her knowledge of marine life. "Oh, sorry, that's not a whale, it's a humpback whale... with her whale shark friend."|