Once a year we religiously return to Switzerland for a family ski holiday. It is a chance to cure our Swiss homesickness. None of us have a drop of Swiss blood in us but all four family members have a strong bond to this tiny country in the heart of Europe.
When I married my Italian beau many years ago, I insisted on one condition - yes, just one - that he would take me "home" to ski once a year no matter where we lived. Ever since he has kept his promise and what others call ski holidays, we call our "Swiss holidays".
The kids started skiing as soon as they could walk and even my Neapolitan husband has taken a penchant towards the sport. It is a holiday we all look forward to as soon as the cold weather begins not only because it means that we'll be going "home" soon but also that we'll be able to enjoy all the Swiss traditions and delicacies that we so much enjoy.
The feel of crunching snow beneath our skis is just the beginning of many thrills.
Approaching the Swiss Alps
Definately arrived in Switzerland
On top of the world and happy as punch
Tomorrow we will conquer the mountain
Home is where the heart is
With our hearts in the sky
Fairytale à la suisse
Just in case you were wondering....