We cleaned up the basement and headed back to the chalet to start prepping the paint work. I managed to slam my thumb between two cupboard doors, so trying to tape the skirting boards was some what difficult.
Georgie called me that night to ask if I could cater for 11 on Friday night. Her friends were coming down for dinner, so she invited a few extra couples.
After painting all day on Thursday, it was nice to spend the morning cooking on Friday. I didn't even to bother to get out of my pajamas, I put my hair in braids so I wouldn't get hair in the food and got everything set up... And then my skype starting calling... The lovely Carley and Hessen caught me in clothes and hair I would not be caught dead in outside of home, but I was so excited to talk to them I forgot about all that!!
'Beer wench'
Photo credit: Carly Perry Hair & styling: Gabrielle Hunter
Cooking and chatting to them was amazing, Alex arrived, after spending 2 hours mowing Georgie's, and we spent a good hour talking, with me running back and forth to the kitchen.
With everything sorted and organised for dinner, we met Georgie at the basement to help load up the van with stuff for the car boot sale and headed back to the chalet to get ready for dinner.
Dinner was fun, everything when to plan. Everyone enjoyed my cooking so that was a great confidence boost.
We had a bit of a sleep in on Saturday and a lazy morning. We headed up to 1850 to have a look around and went into the Forum which has a few ski shops. It was fun to explore Courchevel more, we went up to the airport and just generally took in the views and mountain air. We headed back for lunch and then went back up the mountain to see one shop (bloody siestas here are ridic!) and bumped into Charlie and Gina. We had met Charlie one morning at Georgie's when he was putting in a door. His wife is Aussie and grew up in Ulladulla, just down the New England (her words not mine). We actually didn't recognise Charlie, we were too busy staring at their dog... An Australian cattle dog! I actually didn't recognise Charlie after that anyway, we've met a lot of people and we are really easy to remember being the newbies and Australian! We had a nice chat and then headed home to get ready for dinner and drinks. We went to the local pizzeria, which was awesome as we've not really eaten out in ages. At home, we ate out a couple of times a week, and that's not including lunch everyday. We have made breakfast, lunch and dinner almost everyday for weeks, minus the occasional sneaky crossiant.
We bumped into Georgie's son, Ben, and Jack, a young guy that works with Farmer John (who managed to piss off Georgie when he pulled out of being a chef two weeks before a winter season... She didn't forget either, poor kid felt her wrath when she saw him working next door). After a delicious dinner, we headed down to the Drop Inn. We saw Jimbo, met Welsh Tom and then Farmer John arrived. We met Sherry and the owners of the Drop Inn, oh and Dave. Ben was there as well. So many names and faces!
I think we became the rowdy table, but it was just so much fun. We had the best night, telling jokes, trying to defend/disown Rolf Harris and figuring out who knew who and how long they'd been here for. I really enjoyed myself!
Jimbo told me that I should buy a snowboard and he would help me if I needed it. It would be easier than hiring one for the whole season as only ski's were included.
We wandered home at 11:30pm and didn't really feel cold AND I was wearing thongs... definitely getting used to it! (Could have been the wine!)
Sunday was relaxed, we headed down to Moutiers to see Georgie and Natalie at the car boot sale and had a bit of a wander around Moutiers. We went for a drive up into the mountains and then headed home to pack a picnic and head to a lake in 1650. It was stunning, we found a spot in the sun, with the most amazing sound of the trickling water. The water in Courchevel and around the alps is bright blue and freeeeeezing! The melting snow runs into streams and makes it's way to the lake, it's stunning. Surrounded by trees and running water was perfect place for a picnic and very relaxing. It's easy to get caught up in work, shit French drivers and challenging supermarket visits. It was good to be reminded that we are in one of the most amazing, mesmerising and visually beautiful places in the world... And it's only summer. Winter will be a while other ball game of beautiful.
Today marks 3 months since we left, how things had changed. I would have never of thought we would be doing up a chalet in the French Alps, living in an amazing village and meeting a bunch of super friendly people. We are seriously blessed. Nothing about us has notably changed (except Alex's hair... 2 and half months without a haircut) except maybe that I find myself looking forward to Grand Designs each night, and generally enjoying cooking. I've always been one to follow a recipe but trying new things has been fun! Well that might be because I'm missing some food... I made garlic butter so we could have garlic bread, oh and I keep mixing soy sauce and mayo together to make a sauce (it's amazing) for my chicken and sweet potato fries... I think I need sushi! My vegemite is slowly dwindling, but I have marmite as back up. Plus mum and dad will be here in September so I will be able to restock.
We are very happy in our little chalet and the progress were making on it, we are both excited to come home and make our own mark on a house... But that's agesssss away! We've got wayyyyyy bigger things to decide, like whether we should go to Turkey for 3 weeks before the winter season starts... :)
From our chalet of green, pink and brown walls! Xx
(I'm not even kidding, it needs some work!)
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