It feels weird to be writing about the past weekend because even though it’s already passed, I feel like I’m still holding onto it, not wanting to let go. It was a great weekend – we saw amazing views of majestic mountains coated in white snow, ate so much chocolate and cheese that my stomach is still recovering and of course just returned to our crazy selves when we’re around each other. The thing is that the higher you go, the harder you fall. Saying goodbye was one of the hardest things to do. I wanted to wrap Bianca up in my arms and just bring her back to Geneva to stay with me, and I didn’t want Vicky to go back to Copenhagen. I feel like there are days that you feel grown up and in control, and there are others where you just want to curl up in a ball and cry and be that little girl who just really misses home.

But despite my emotional turbulence, I can’t even begin to describe how amazing this past weekend has been. We saw the most amazing mountains which just took our breath away. The scenery was honestly one of the most surreal things I have ever seen in my life. We also looked completely crazy in these huge Santa suits that Manon’s mum (Bianca’s host mum) had bought for us as a part of the Père Noël weekend where the cable cars were free if you were dressed up in a Santa Claus suit. The snow was also super soft, so soft that if you weren’t carefully, your leg might be completely swallowed by the ground.

Of course, going up the mountains was a definite highlight, but every moment spent with Bianca and Vicky was so much fun – trying raclette for the first time and gulfing down the cheese before it solidified; drinking tea and talking into the late of the night; walking around the village and taking photos and walking back carefully, trying not to slip and drop the cake we bought for Manon’s brother’s birthday.

It was fun. So incredibly fun. But until next time, take care girls.