Skiing in Fronce

Hang around British people too long and you'll become self conscious of a number of things, the most damning being the difference between how you say France. Their pronunciation sounds a bit more like Fronce, which ends up making your Frahnce sound like The Nanny has quantum leaped into you.  So there's one more thing to worry about if you visit - in addition to not instinctively stepping into oncoming traffic, you can add saying Fronce to your list. 

Anyway, hubs and I kicked off the new year with a ski trip to the Alps. New discoveries: tartiflette and vin chaud. The French do these very, very well. Speaking of, it seems like people are very opinionated about the French, which also becomes a funny word if you stare at/say it too much. My main beef is that they, along with the rest of Europe (and I'm looking at you, UK, don't think you're exempt) don't seem to offer a washcloth to guests. I've tested this theory for years, in a number of countries, and it's rock solid. Not a washcloth to be found. Which is why, dear readers, I have secured a few for you should you find yourself staying at Chateau Garratt. And if you stay with me, I expect to find it wet and used at the end of your stay.

Anyway, France. The mountains were beautiful, which is why I didn't bother taking pictures of us. And Happy New Year!