We are skiing in Switaly for the week. That would be half in Switzerland, and half in Italy. It just depends which side of Zermatt's resort we ski down. Despite the fact that it's right on the Italian border, and even the label for Switzerland in this sign is written in Italian, we are actually in the German-speaking part of Switzerland.
It's like skiing in a storybook, with white Alpine peaks and charming chalets all jumbled together.
All of it in the shadow of the Matterhorn.
There's the usual amount of hauling gear, and the long rides up. The long runs down are generally beautiful, until Gigi and I manage to get lost on the trails and end up skiing through the town's streets.You know the skiing's good when you can accidentally ski through the resort town itself and think, "Hey, this is better than some slopes I've skied down!"
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