I don’t get to see my dad very often.
So when he had a business trip booked for Europe this year, I convinced him to make his way to Chamonix.
He didn’t need much convincing. His Facebook wall is often plastered with my incessant instagramming.
I was so excited to host him in our, albeit tiny, mountain home.
As you can imagine, I was ecstatic when my brother told me he had a break in touring so he was also joining us for the week. Although I was so happy to have them both, it made me miss my other brother, Navid, even more. It really isn’t the same without him.
The gents arrived late Friday night and after a refreshing night sleep, we all crowded into our tiny lift and headed to the Chamonix markets to pick up some goodies for lunch.
In the town square, all the local vendors lay out their finest goods to tempt the shoppers.
When we first moved to Chamonix, we shopped here almost every week but we soon realized we were walking away with things we didn’t need and a much lighter pocket.
Trust me, even the most disciplined shoppers would be tried.
But it’s not every day I have my dad AND brother in the same town, so it called for a little spoiling. We spent the morning perusing and picking out our favourite goods.
The best part is that all the vendors let you taste pretty much anything.
And you’ll always bump into people that you know and have a chat.
But there was food to be eaten so after a walk through town, we pottered on home.
Where we made somewhat of a spread.
A lazy afternoon was spent grazing and needless to say a few naps were had.
The next day we took the gents for a day on the slopes. Dad on the skis and Jamal on the snowboard.
Of course he was a natural and picked it straight away.
Dad – was a slightly slower learner.
A lot of the day was spent like this.
But by the end of the day, he was even hooking turns like a pro. I was so proud.
Sabets – 1. Chamonix – 0.
Now if you’re new to the slopes, you really can’t do a whole day so we scooted over to Aiguille du Midi for so they could appreciate the view.
It was very cloudy, but we could just see the peaks, peeking through the clouds.
I won’t bore you with MORE photos from up here, but I couldn’t resist posting just a few of my gorgeous family.
Ok I fibbed, there was more than just a few. But did you believe me anyway?
It was such a treat for me to have my family here. I don’t think I can remember the last time the three of us were together.
As my parents are divorced, and my dad living in Africa, I really only get to see him every few years. During this trip it was funny to see how much like him I really am.
And my brother is in a band and pretty much constantly touring so it was extra special to have him here too.
I hope to do this at least once a year but next time, Navid definitely has to be there.
It doesn’t matter how old I am really, I think I will always be daddy’s little girl.
Anisa – The Macadames. xx