The finish line

Shaken, not stirred

I am a shaker. No. I am the little balls inside the shaker. An eager toddler picks it up and starts banging it against the furniture. I have no control. I cannot make it stop. The toddler happily bangs on, eager to hear the curious sounds it produces. Once you start trying adventure sports, you…

Whistler won’t let go

Whistler, you come and you never leave. That’s what they say. ‘They’ might be right. People fall in love with the place, or just get broke and literally cannot leave. For a while I’ve been thinking of settling somewhere and so I’ve made an important decision. For now I’ve decided to stay in Whistler. How…

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Crossover, a new adventure

It was crossover week. This meant we could take our kids over to Blackcomb, and their kids would come over to Whistler. I was so excited, because my four year-olds were actually good enough to ski to Blackcomb. It was an adventure we could embark on as a team and I was happy that all five…

Don't worry, this photo was taken on a cat track where we had to shuffle to keep moving.

The advantage of being little

They are smarter than you think. Kids. Every time I stop skiing, take my kids to the bathroom, sit with them in the gondola, or just try to get them from A to B, someone will make a comment. “O, they are so cute.” “They must be a handful.” “You are going to be an…

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Facing your fears

Yesterday I was skiing on the mountain with my three year-olds. The morning was icy and I feared that they would all freak out. “Andrea, I’m scared”, I heard after 5 meters. “It’s ok, we’ll take it easy.” And so we did. The morning turned out to be amazing. We went super slowly, but we came…

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Mission accomplished

I haven’t written anything in a while. I’ve been busy, working, skiing, training… Last time I wrote about taking my group of four year-olds up the mountain for the first time and now, two weeks later, it was my three year-olds’ turn. The moment I thought would never happen. It did end up with lots…

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The youngest of the mountain

Don’t they look cute? All bundled up? These little Michelin men, with gigantic heads, their faces disappearing behind goggles and neck warmers? All in their orange vests with their names on it. All struggling to hold on to their skis, cradling it awkwardly like a very skinny baby. All dreamy and talking about the most…