Off the grid
Exciting things are happening. I’ve got a massive bag leaning against the wall, filled with not only my ski gear, but baking stuff, magazines and any other things that I will not bring on my trip. On Monday I’m moving out of my house and into a new adventure. I’m finally…
Reality check
Today I turned 29, one more year till 30, as someone pointed out on a birthday card. I always looked at people in their 30s as grown-ups, people who have their lives sorted. Those people who look full of confidence. I feel like I never got rid of all those…
Welcoming spring
My winter in Whistler hasn’t turned out at all as I expected. It was much, so much better. I got an experience that I couldn’t have dreamed of. I did things I could only dream of and things I feared. Applying for a job as a ski instructor was a…
Travel Theme: Refreshing
If it’s really too hot to dance, make it work! Instead of sweating in one of Budapest’s ruin clubs, I decided to try a Sparty, or a party in the famous Szechenyi bath. As four girls who had no clue what to expect and were somewhat embarrassed to dance in our…
Shaken, not stirred
I am a shaker. No. I am the little balls inside the shaker. An eager toddler picks it up and starts banging it against the furniture. I have no control. I cannot make it stop. The toddler happily bangs on, eager to hear the curious sounds it produces. Once you…
Whistler won’t let go
Whistler, you come and you never leave. That’s what they say. ‘They’ might be right. People fall in love with the place, or just get broke and literally cannot leave. For a while I’ve been thinking of settling somewhere and so I’ve made an important decision. For now I’ve decided…
Crossover, a new adventure
It was crossover week. This meant we could take our kids over to Blackcomb, and their kids would come over to Whistler. I was so excited, because my four year-olds were actually good enough to ski to Blackcomb. It was an adventure we could embark on as a team and I…
The advantage of being little
They are smarter than you think. Kids. Every time I stop skiing, take my kids to the bathroom, sit with them in the gondola, or just try to get them from A to B, someone will make a comment. “O, they are so cute.” “They must be a handful.” “You…
Facing your fears
Yesterday I was skiing on the mountain with my three year-olds. The morning was icy and I feared that they would all freak out. “Andrea, I’m scared”, I heard after 5 meters. “It’s ok, we’ll take it easy.” And so we did. The morning turned out to be amazing. We went…
Mission accomplished
I haven’t written anything in a while. I’ve been busy, working, skiing, training… Last time I wrote about taking my group of four year-olds up the mountain for the first time and now, two weeks later, it was my three year-olds’ turn. The moment I thought would never happen. It…