Goodbye 2014

If there’s one word that I could use for this year, it would be “WOW”

The power of putting your mind to something and getting it done is the most rewarding feeling I have experienced. I didn’t realized how big of a rut I was in a few years ago, and I give myself a big pat on the back for getting my priorities straightened out.

Looking back a few years ago, I can remember sitting outside an ugly trailer home with an eviction notice in one hand, and a rope tied to a crippled horse in the other. I had no friends, I felt toatlly stuck on my own, and someone who I thought was my best friend was dragging me down every single day. Broken doors, walls, yelling, swearing, it became a normal thing to go through.  But whenever I actually had a moment to myself, there was that little voice in my head telling me to start over.

And I did.

I’ve met relatives that I didn’t know about, spend time with people in never had the chance to, I worked at a veterinary  university,volunteered at the world equestrian games,I have made four trips out to Europe and currently work in the French Alps.  And in the last month, I have experienced the college partying lifestyle that I never had. Hahaha

This year was just incredible. This year my grandparents reached their diamond anniversary. The two of them are such role models to me and I can’t describe how much better my life has become with spending so much time with them. I truly feel like we really know each other now.

I’m tearing up. This is hillarious.  Especially since I’m typing this from a phone.

I am also glad that this year I spent time with loved ones who are no longer with us, or I didn’t have very much contact with. My aunt and uncle have also become a huge part of my life, and also making it to simon and Anns  wedding was a big deal to me. I feel so much more involved with my family. Not just cards in the mail.

Traveling around Europe, I have met so many nice people. People who come from all different backgrounds and so many different outlooks on life. It definitely  smartened me up and made me less opinionated. Today I received a postcard from the woman that I stayed with in france for the WEG. It made my day( something needed to, I think I have broken all my bones).

To wrap up this soppy blog, I will conclude with a message for 2015:

I don’t have any resolutions, I have a to-do list, and the motivation to challenge myself in achieving it. I’m full of excitement for what this next year brings. There will be peaks and troughs, but it’s all about the journey. And I say bring it on.




First Guests

I thought about writing about what happened on my Christmas, but since the majority of my readers are my relatives, I decided not to. Well, I’ll give you the highlights.

Christmas eve I  the forum was really cool. They had skiers come down the mountain  with torches, there were fireworks, djs, and vin chaud.

We used the boys chalet and had a huge party eating all the food that would have been for guests for Christmas dinner. I cooked AND  carved two turkeys, drank too much.  Called my parents. I also scaled the balcony to get to the chalet next door. Which was locked.

We didn’t plan very well how we were getting g back Down the mountain. Lucky for me I don’t actually remember getying in a van. But apparently there was a lot of sideways drifts around the corners.

Had enough??

We got to the flying dutchman  bar and danced around like idiots, then went to the boys apartment and played hide and seek. I woke up really cold under a staircase. Then I went home.



Moving on. This is how well I can write on chalk boards  to welcome my guests with cake. 

The guest had a really long day getting to the chalet but they were very polite and ate all my cooking. Today I tried to be as quick as possible to get to the mountain.  I did a couple runs after the long hike back to my house to get my gloves.  I have never had such frozen hands. At least I fell less on  that run!

I will get a lot quicker as time goes on. There’s just so much to do! And I. Love electric hand wisks . Life saver!!


Thanks for the pressie mom and dad!!

Strike one

This chalet hosting is rough. THere’s so much more to hosting than hosting.

I haven’t even had guests yet.

I love Flaine.  It’s so little and everyone knows each other. We frequently go to the flying dutchman bar that surprise surprise is full of Dutch people who love to party. Thy frequently bang on ben jo and james’ apartment window to come in and continue to party. I feel bad for them.

My chalet is all set and ready to go for my incommig guests. It’s going to be long days, but I’m ready.

I also need to stop trying to eat all the baking chocolate, I’m on a fastrack to diabetes.  And I probably need less gin too.

This is the story of how I almost didn’t even start my season.

Due to lack of snow, our guests cancelled for Christmas week. The company noticed that there are hosts with nothing to do and we got shipped if to Les arcs to be backup help.

I won’t go into detail of how bad it was, but it was basically a bunch of young gap year kids that were ill running around like chickens with their heads cut off. And the chalets were disgusting. Totally NOT  chalet marmot.

Me and james (fellow chalet host flaine team member) were both supposed to be there a week. But I just wasn’t having any. I asked the manager if I could just have unpaid days off and leave until I need to be back in Flaine. They told me that I have no choice and that if I leave, my contract will be terminated.  So I left. I was NOT staying. 

I packed my stuff and took the bus to a bus to a furnicular  to the train station where I realized my backpack was half open, and my wallet with UK passport was gone. Brilliant.

And let’s throw in the amazing fact that after almost two years, I have just started my period. This may have been the most severe episode of PMS France has ever seen.

I made my way back up the furnicular where I found one of my gloves. I played charades with some bus drivers and after being told to sit at the station, my wallet arrives with one of the drivers. There was a ten euro in my wallet and I gave it to her.

I sat on the bus to go back up after a motivational speech from a flaine friend to stop being an idiot, and decided to go back. Then I changed my mind and jumped off the bus. After a few long trainrides and bus replacements due to a strike, I made it back to Cluses where ben (the driver) picked me up.

I was back basically to pack  my things and go.  I screwed the whole thing. I had a meeting with Fliss, the manager, and she said that corporate will have a meeting tomorrow to decide if I’m sacked or not, but the odds are really low. I knew I was fired.  I basically threw a temper tantrum and left. Come on.

So today I hit the mountain as if it were my last, I had to buy my day pass since I hadn’t even been issued my season pass yet…and I had an email on the way up fro. My insurance saying that my contract was up. Great. It’s over.

I took a lunh break to gather my thoughts, and I got a call from Fliss. And ut if I had a job.

I got away with it.

James the area manager put in a good word for me and was talking with the bosses all day. I’m so lucky. I am not being paid for this week, and I’m on a three week probation. But I am still host of chalet marmot aka usa embassy.

I don’t  understand how I get away with half the things I do.  I just roam around France doing what I want. And poor James is still stuck there. Back to the slopes!!



Me and Loz (not ski total, a driver for go massif.) Were the last ones on the slope as the sun went down. It wasn’t romantic,  I was swearing a lot. And I video chatted with jenny. Weeee


Flaine is where I  want to be ☺

FYI you can fly to LA from Gatwick for £200-300 through Norwegian. Mom and dad, you almost had a surprise guest for Christmas.  Hahahaha.


Me and the dutch. 😉

Moving to the Alps.

Before I start this post, I want to say a few things about the recent loss of an amazing member of the family. Jeremy, what an honor I have  had meeting you and Marie this year. The amount of generosity I received  from you has made my adventure so worth while. You are so kind, and have a great knowledge of your country and so much inspiration to see all of it. Thank you for being a part of my life. ❤

I may as well make a start on this post. And work on it in between breaks. This post may have absolutley no chronological order. So let’s start with the present. 

I just pulled out my first ever attempted sticky toffee pudding out od the oven. And managed to create caramel sauce error free.


My spring rolls are browning in the oven.  Tomorrow we are practicing our full course Christmas dinner for lunch, and a day five four course dinner for dessert.  We are all splitting up what we cook, and it will be nice to have the kitchen to myself. And know where things are. I turn into Gordon Ramsay when I can’t find things. Or when I mess up. Fun fact, you can accidently melt a portion of your butter before you mix it with sugar and it won’t screw you over.

I had a great time in the UK. It was only two weeks, but I was quickly reintroduced to the lovely British weather.

Hang on, starters are out. Baked camembert  with garlic and thyme.


I was spoiled rotten by uncle Stephen and Aunt Isla. So much good food, and it was fun talking to Isla about traveling now that I can actually contribute some stories!! I shopped in deansgate for snowboarding gear, walked through the Christmas markets, and along the canal. I also hung out with connor at a pub in Chorlton.




I went down to Cambridge to see Lisa and  Sophie for a bit. I was hoping to pick up my bike from potters bar after but it played out gat it would be better to just leave to Newcastle from where I was.


I spent a fee days in Newcastle with my grandparents and met Edith and Allen, and also went on a cruise of  the town with grandad. We stopped at the Baltic and hecked out some cool art. Well some of it was nice.




I said my goodbyes and headed back to Chorlton  where I continued to pretend to be a snob at a coffee shop. Cafe du Chorlton.


I made my way down to London on Sunday, and walked through the Hyde park winter wonderland, Made a swoop through  chelsea, and sat in sloane square pondering my thoughts before I headed to Paddington station. This was all after my favorite London hobby though. Three guesses what that is.




The train, bus, and coach ride all went fairly smooth. I was in Les Arcs for three days sitting and looking at power point lectures about the company. The views were great!  I shared a dorm with three other girls who were all really nice and funny. Then we said our goodbyes and got on out designates coach to our destinations!

There are only six of us for the Flaine area.  Three hosts, a driver, and two reps. There are three chalets, so each of us hosts run the show.

My accommodation is pretty good for a chalet season. I have my own room and share he house with one of the reps. He gets to sleep next to the kitchen.

We walked around Flaine for a bit just to see what there is. The town is pretty much dead, but the bar opened last night so we met a few of the other workers in the area. It was good fun.

Today was training on cleaning the house. Scrubbing everything and fold iv my hospital corners on the beds. Then cooked all our food. My pudding turned out great.





I’ll have better photos of my chalet when it’s completely  set up. For now it’s just a tip!! Ready to get started. I just want to be on my own!! its going to be a lot of work!

And the croissants  are premade. All I have to do is leave them out over night the  cook in the morning.

Makes me miss the real deal.
(Brunch time- Switzerland 14′)


Quick update

I have so much to write about to catch up. But to be sneaky, I am giving an instant update!

Today is the first day of menu training, my eyes are bloodshot with all the power points I have had to sit and look at for hours. Definitely  needing a good leg stretching.

I made a vegetable quiche today and used grandma’s skills she taught me to make sure my pastry came out perfect.

Check me out!


There will be a massive post to follow. But for now, I am surviving!!