February 21, 2009

So, we kinda won a ski trip to France!

WARNING: Post may induce severe jealousy

Dear Lisa,


You visited us last October at the French Tourist Office stand during the Metro Ski Show in Olympia (22 – 26 October 2008) and you participated in our prize draw.

Many thanks and Bravo!
Your name has been picked out and you are the lucky winner of:

A skiing holiday for 2 to Isola 2000 ski resort
including 6-day ski passes and one week accommodation

Offered by the French ski resorts
-Please see terms and conditions as for the dates of validity-
More info:

To claim your prize, all you need to do now is to send us back your complete postal address* by email or by fax (0207 061 6647) - Please note that if you do not reply before Friday, Dec 5th 5pm, we will release the prize by picking out a new winner.

The French Tourist Office and its partners hope you enjoyed the Metro Ski Show and wish you a great skiing season!

Best regards,

Melina Covo on behalf of the French ski resorts

It's not every day you win a ski trip to France, but that's exactly what happened to me last November when I received the above email in my inbox. I had to re-read it about five times and call the contact number before I believed it was real. But it turns out that when I visited a ski and snow exhibition in London in October, I filled out a form to win a French ski holiday, and, as it turns out, I actually won!

Isola 2000 in southern France was our destination, a small ski resort about an hour from Nice, which is famous for its sunny ski conditions. After taking the one euro bus (yes, one euro!) from Nice airport to the resort, we were thrilled to find that our accommodation for the week was a new, one-bedroom apartment about 100m from the slopes.

The day we arrived it was overcast and miserable – so much for sunny ski conditions, we scoffed. So when I threw open the curtains the next day – our first day of skiing/snowboarding – and was greeted with the most amazing blue skies, I couldn't help but squeal with delight!

We both took to the slopes with some trepidation, Craig hadn't been snowboarding for a couple of years, and I hadn't been skiing since a school trip eight years ago (yikes, I'm old). But we both whizzed off straight away, and it was a good half a day before either of us had a stack.

On our second day, it snowed the whole day. The miserable conditions prompted us to spend most of the day chilling in our apartment, watching CNN (the only thing on TV in English, we're now experts on Obama's stimulus package) and eating lots of pasta.

Day three. Glorious. The sun was beaming and there was so much fresh powder it felt like you were skiing on a cloud. Craig went crazy for off-piste, while I managed to master the red runs. Zali Steggall eat your heart out!

The rest of our week was spent going up chairlifts and coming down runs, with a visit to our hotel's spa, a massage and birthday dinner thrown in for good measure. By the end, we were sore and exhausted, but completely elated about the awesome week we'd just had.

Best. Week. Ever.