The story of our family of five six that has been uprooted from a city on the plains of Canada and find ourselves in a village in the French Alpes.
Consider yourself informed.
Friday, December 31, 2010
9 Years Old.
For Jonah’s birthday I took him skiing - for his first time. It’s something that he’s wanted to do for years - but I could never justify back home. Either skiing on such a small local hill, or making the trek to the mountains just to learn. Here we drove a little further up the mountain that we live on - and spent a few hours in the sunshine with the temperature hovering around zero. It was great - and he learned very quickly. He pretty much hasn’t stopped asking to go back since.
——
The following is from Jonah:
———-
It was so fun. “Hey dad when can I go skiing again”?.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment