We made it to our hotel in Switzerland. The drive to get here was pretty dull… I slept through some of it. (I tend to sleep on car rides. For instance, I’ve never seen West Virginia even though we’ve driven through it at least a dozen times.)
That last little bit… the part riddled with hairpin turns and steep drop offs on one side? We did it. We decided against the train partially because we just didn’t arrive in the town with the train at a good time… and because the car was packed pretty tight and the idea of unpacking it to figure out how to drag it all on the train, then pack it into the hotel’s car, then unpack it and drag it upstairs to our room… all that just sounded like too much. (For our week here, we have three duffel bags, three pairs of skis, two bags of ski boots, poles, a bag with bathroom stuff, a shopping bag with things Santa asked us to bring, and a soft cooler of drinks. Too much?) The road wasn’t really so bad. It wasn’t much worse than the road to Chamrousse… just longer. Bill was very careful to drive slowly so that I wouldn’t get sick. He had to pull over a few times to let more impatient drivers pass. But we made it.
Our hotel is just what we imagined. We have a very big room. Kaitlyn has her own little room and her own little bed. There is a big closet, which I managed to fill when I unpacked. There’s not many drawers, and the few that there are are stuffed full of socks and underwear.
Dinner is included in our room price. It’s a five course meal. We weren’t quite sure what to expect. Tonight the choice was either racklette or what they call a steak of pork. So we ordered one of each, to share. But there was no sharing going on. It was very good. We also had soup, salad, an appetizer and dessert. Poor Kaitlyn… she was careful to order vanilla ice cream and it came out with chocolate on top. Most people would think that was a treat. She doesn’t. But she really wasn’t too upset by it.
Getting three tired girls to behave at dinner was the biggest challenge. We made the mistake of letting them all sit together. Tomorrow… we’re separating them.
After dinner we went to check out the playroom. There are a few dolls, some legos and a little trampoline. I didn’t want more than one kid at a time on that thing, which caused more conflict. That’s ok. I’m up for a fight if it means being safe.