Well I was roped into selling cake and Vin Chaud (hot wine) on the slopes on Tuesday afternoon to raise money for Benjamin's school. I've done other things for the school but never this. I manned the store with a dad - Stephane, and two moms - Claire and Solonge. Solonge is married to an english chap from London so our kids play together in English. Claire started talking and said it was amazing how it's always the same mom's. Isn't it funny it seems to be world wide this phenomen of always the same three of four who get roped in. It was fun if not cold. Things a little different here to selling in the winter, first you dress up extra warm and don't actually care what you look like, second you make sure someone brings a mat or your feet freeze, and third you organize an umbrella to keep the falling snow off the cakes. Then you all drink cup after cup of Vin Chaud to keep warm and have none left to sell. HIC hic. O and fourth you meet the lady who made the natural apple juice (pictured in front) and you all buy dozens of bottles from her 'cause she is old, lovely and French, and you actually spend more money than you made on the day for the school in the first place.
BUT the apple juice is just the best and Samuel thinks so too.
The vin chaud is boiling in the background, and yes it is actually as cold as it looks. If you look in the background there is no snow on the slopes that get the morning sun. This slope gets no sun at all and so there is still about 30cm of the stuff.
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