Having been back in Tuscany for only 3 weeks, and with the recent ski season feeling so, what’s the word, recent I guess, I am finding the task of writing about it a true struggle. It’s hard to write about such an amazing period of my life so retrospectively already. How do I begin to capture all of the many adventures, phases, ups and downs of the last 5 months? I simply can’t. I am scared I won’t do it justice. The intensity of the lifestyle which I have discovered and fallen in love with cannot be put into words. The limiting use of language cannot begin to help the reader visualise and experience what it is truly like. Only those, whom have experienced the seasonaire lifestyle and lived this intensity through their own eyes, will understand the world which I have found within a ski resort.
Maybe it has something to do with the grandeur that you are surrounded by in the Alps or the extreme alpine conditions which we are subjected to live in which make the experience of a ski season so intense. Maybe you could blame it on the sleep deprivation from partying too hard, the exhaustion of skiing everyday or the long hours spent cooking, cleaning, and pleasing the guests. I think the truth lies in all of the above, mixed in with the strong friendships and bonds which are formed by all seasonaires alike and the knowledge that time doesn’t wait for anyone. Spring will arrive and that these too short 5 months are here to be lived and not simply passed by. You quickly learn to never waste a day. When the fresh powder has fallen, we all drag our weary heads up to the slopes and find a new world above it all.
