Madonna di Campiglio

Buon Natale
from Madonna di Campiglio

We liked skiing in Austria at Christmas so much last year, we decided to have another go. So this year we packed up and went to the mountain village of Madonna di Campiglio, nestled up in the Italian Dolomites. We had another fantastic time, which you can see for yourself!

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Here's the village the day we arrived. Our hotel is on the right and the mountains are all around.

Grant with his board, ready to shred the mountain!

The first few days were sunny and beautiful.

One of the few things bigger or harder than Don's head is Grosté peak, behind him.

Grant had a snowboarding lesson from Tullio. He liked Tullio a lot. Sooz liked him, too. Hmmm.

I was going to snap a photo of Sooz and Grant whizzing by but instead caught the aftermath of a pile-up.

We ate quite well. Grant enjoyed a sip of the local vino, too!

Christmas Eve, we relaxed in front of the fire.

On Christmas, we took a ride on a sled pulled by 11 huskies.

This puppy was so cute! He wasn't one of the ones pulling us, though.

Madonna at night. It was a bustling place, filled with designer fashions & mink coats wherever you looked.

The Dolomites are very dramatic.

We had one very foggy morning; it was like skiing in a white-out.

Here's the happy family riding the gondola back up.

Grant about to plunge into the fog-enshrouded valley below.

Day 3 of the bruise Sooz acquired in the rock accident (above). We have photos taken every day if you want them for a medical textbook.

In the local video game/internet parlor, we met Camilla, the charming host dog.

After a hard day of boarding, a nice soak in the tub felt great!

On our final day, we skiied through fresh snow. Try as we might, we could not find two snowflakes that looked alike!

It snowed heavily the last two days. Grant climbed a huge snowpile in front of the hotel.

Our trip home was long and eventful. At one point, Don had to drive the bus through a treacherous mountain pass!!

Sooz atop Grosté peak

Here's a panorama shot from atop Grosté peak, full of natural beauty. And mountains, too.

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Here's the village the day we arrived. Our hotel is on the right and the mountains are all around.	Grant with his board, ready to shred the mountain!	The first few days were sunny and beautiful.
One of the few things bigger or harder than Don's head is Grosté peak, behind him.	Grant had a snowboarding lesson from Tullio. He liked Tullio a lot. Sooz liked him, too. Hmmm.	I was going to snap a photo of Sooz and Grant whizzing by but instead caught the aftermath of a pile-up.
We ate quite well. Grant enjoyed a sip of the local vino, too!	Christmas Eve, we relaxed in front of the fire.	On Christmas, we took a ride on a sled pulled by 11 huskies.
This puppy was so cute! He wasn't one of the ones pulling us, though.	Madonna at night. It was a bustling place, filled with designer fashions & mink coats wherever you looked.	The Dolomites are very dramatic.
We had one very foggy morning; it was like skiing in a white-out.	Here's the happy family riding the gondola back up.	Grant about to plunge into the fog-enshrouded valley below.
Day 3 of the bruise Sooz acquired in the rock accident (above). We have photos taken every day if you want them for a medical textbook.	In the local video game/internet parlor, we met Camilla, the charming host dog.	After a hard day of boarding, a nice soak in the tub felt great!
On our final day, we skiied through fresh snow. Try as we might, we could not find two snowflakes that looked alike!	It snowed heavily the last two days. Grant climbed a huge snowpile in front of the hotel.	Our trip home was long and eventful. At one point, Don had to drive the bus through a treacherous mountain pass!!