I'm what some (my husband) might call a fair-weather skier. At best.
In my own defense, I'm from Indiana. Until recently, when someone asked "Do you ski?" I assumed they meant water ski. Sliding uncontrollably down an icy hill seems wholly unnatural to me. And not in a hey isn't this a thrilling challenge? sort of way.
Nonetheless, if the sun is shining, the snow is good (and I'm not in the middle of a good book, or the sunday times or have a spa appointment), I might ski a few runs. Mostly to justify a nice lunch with a glass of wine at the lodge.
My husband and kids are the real skiers in the family. Each one of them is on a downhill racing team. Not only that - Dan is wrapping up a full year of Ski the 12, wherein he finds a glacier/mountain/hill/patch of snow to ski down - every single month of the year. Even in August.
Which is what brought us to Cervinia, Italy. A glacier to ski on - and a spa for mama... :)
Links and Contacts:
Horseback Riding: Maneggio estivo a Breuil-Cervinia (Lucia 3497767002 or Barbara 3396474958)