The boy is on a plane. Already. It was a beautiful, perfect, whirlwind visit. He has become an incredible young man. I didn’t think it was possible to love him even more, but I do. And I miss him with all my heart. I hate, hate, hate this part of living in Germany.
I’m extremely grateful for the week we just had. A week is much too short, but it is so much better than nothing. I’m thrilled his boss gave him some time off. We made the absolute most of our time together. Soren has inherited my love of snowboarding, and I finally have to admit, he’s completely left me in the dust. Three years ago we took a mother/son trip up to Lech Zürs and he ooh’d & aah’d about the stunning beauty of the Austrian Alps the whole three hour drive home. So when he asked to go again, in his short week here, I was more than happy to grant his request.
Through booking.com we got a fabulous 2-bedroom, 2-bath apartment at Omesberg 1. If you are ever in Lech, I highly, highly recommend them. It was reasonable, extremely friendly, clean, modern with amazing bedding. Martina, the owner, was fantabulous & let us stay extra on Sunday so we could ski all day, and come back for hot showers & clean clothes. Her service was everything & more I could want.
We had almost-ideal spring skiing conditions. In the mornings there was heavy fog, and you’d think that would be a terrible thing, but once we rode the lift to the top of the mountain, above the fog, it was a breathtaking view. A sea of white clouds, alps barely breaking through, under a heavenly blue sky and a warm, spring sun. I could’ve spent my mini-vacation sitting in the snow just feasting my eyes. Even Soren was impressed and happily posed for pictures (trust me, this is a big win for me!).