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Well, it isn't a secret that 50 Shades of Grey premiered this past weekend. Although I will admit I did read the trilogy, this 50 shades refers to a much different reason for helicopter rides, ropes, poles, gloves, and whatever other innuendos you can think of when referring to a ski trip to the swiss alps.
This year marks the 10th anniversary for skiing in the city that fills my heart with more pleasure than one can imagine. Year after year the feelings are always mutual - Zermatt provides fresh snow, sunshine, and an even better atmosphere (food, drinks, accommodation, etc.) and I take full advantage of the situation at hand - call me selfish.
Perhaps I am a creature of habit, but every time I come back for more there are several variables on the “Zermatt Checklist” that must be checked off to really feel satisfied.
The List
1. Get to know ALL of Zermatt
Zermatt is not only the highest ski resort in Europe reaching climax at 3,883 meters, but there are over 360km of pistes to explore. Even though I was only in Zermatt for a long weekend, I was able to explore all of the ski areas. It was romantic; Zermatt was a little shy at first, keeping the sunshine all for himself - but after getting to know each other again he really let everything hang out (the views were that good).
[ ski areas: Schwarze Paradise / Matterhorn Glacier Paradise, Gonergrat (a long train ride to the top is well worth the view on a sunny day - Rothorn / Sunnegga ]
2. Get cozy with an italian
Italy is right next door, so just cheat on Switzerland for the day and ski down the 17km piste to Cervinia. Grab an amazing bowl of pasta and a crispy margarita pizza. I always go back to Zermatt at the end of the day, so no one would even notice I was gone (minus the food belly from all of those carbs).
3. Drink in an igloo.
Enough Said. There is even a blob to jump on.
4. Apres Ski at Hennu Stall
Loosen up a bit before you get down to the town at Hennu Stall. Funny story in fact - 10 years ago, I remember skiing down the home run witnessing 200 skis parked outside a little chalet bar 5 min ski down to town. I always wondered why people were dancing on tables, falling over, taking shots out of skis, and then skiing home with their little ski bunny. I understand it all now, and finally got to take part in the fun. No comment, just experience it. The music is great, the drinks are better (cash only - 50 Euro credit card minimum, by the way)
5. Fondue at Le Gitan
This quaint, classic swiss restaurant has their wine list written on a chalk board and locals come for the night without an ounce of rush. The tomato cheese fondue made love to my taste buds. Between the soft yet crispy bread, mixed with the cheese melting in my mouth my taste buds were exploding with endorphins. I could have done it over and over again (with no regrets).
As if I wasn't satisfied enough, I splurged and got the Toberlone dark chocolate mousse (you know the saying ‘once you go black…’)
6. The Old Town
Those calories aren’t going to burn themselves… After dinner take a stroll through the old town. We always look at all of the hotels being built and write them down for the next time. The new, Hotel Omnia embodies contemporary elegance with one of the best views of the Matterhorn (absolutely stunning), and the recently renovated Hotel Beausite eludes classic swiss beauty with a mountainous flare.
Zermatt with the lights on
& with the lights off
7. Get Fuchs.
Fuchs is a popular bakery in town and one can not go to Zermatt without getting 2, maybe even 3 of these soft donut balls. They are fluffy, doughy, not too sweet, but just sweet enough. Get them in the morning while they are fresh.
8. Eat and drink everywhere.
Everything tastes amazing.
Maybe it is the eating, skiing, drinking, or the hiking - but I think it is safe to say Zermatt has my heart and every time I come back it keeps getting better and even more exhausting. Either way, I hate to say goodbye.
Speak soon,
Per
The Story | The Proof | The Suggestions
THE STORY
Black crows. Commonly and usually associated as rats with wings. Picking up the leftovers, hassling over every last crumb of a granola bar at the beach, or a lost bite of a gyro sun dried with the hustle of an overpowering city. Give the definition some slack, as that is just one girls wild interpretation of such creatures. Though, the black crows I am referring to are quite the contrary.
They are the eyes of the valley. Why yes, they often snaggle around for the last bite of baguette atop Brévent, or at the mid station in Grand Montets. But when the black crows are out, so are the blue bird skies, and the free bird souls. Perhaps we are all the same as the black crows - analyzing the weather, scavenging the mountain for what it is worth; Rinsing every fresh line dry until the storms come again, and sharing stories at the local watering hole.
It is quite difficult to compare Chamonix to the other ski resorts of the world. There are no covered or heated chair lifts for miles, ski in ski outs are for the extremists, and how does one even determine what après ski bar to go to? Would you walk into Elevation in your moon boots and Bogner jacket? You could, but Probably wouldn’t.
The latest season's Patagonia only, S'il vous plaît.
Just as a background story I skied Chamonix for the first time 4 years ago with my mother - the peaks alone got me hooked. I didn’t even explore past the McDonalds on Avenue Michel Croz because I didn't even think anything worth going to was past this way (I just to happen to miss all of the best après ski bars) Eh. You live and learn, right? One year later I found myself getting dropped off by some handsome british transfer driver asking me “Is this your address?” My response: “Eh. I am not exactly sure… this is what they gave me? I guess I will find out” I went to ‘study french’ in a town that echoes swedish and english over a lick of anything french. Although, Insted the school I studied at was phenomenal. Skiing and Studying - genius beyond the SEO search value. In the two months spent there I learned how to drink a lot of beer, eat even more baguettes, say cheers in swedish, and attempt to keep up with the ski bums.
The following year, same time, same place - I arrived fairly more confident of my location for an ‘internship’ with a startup (talk about a resume builder) and while the season started out slow, I made some friends, drank more beer, and learned what the mountains had to offer. Patience.
This year, I booked a 4 day stay in the city that stole my heart - and it is safe to say nothing has changed. The swedish ski bums still affluently populate the city / bar / restaurant scene, the snow was dumping, and the black crows are still flying high. Touche chamonix, touche.
THE PROOF
THE STORM
THE SUN
The Aprés
THE SUGGESTIONS
I personally always forget to use the extraordinary guides of the internet (lonely planet, checkin, tripadvisor, pinterest, etc.) I usually prefer to ask my friends where to go when traveling. So if you are also one of those people who are horrific travel planners - as in aimlessly wandering in a city until you see a menu with a typeface you like, and a crowd that looks enthused this one is for you.
1. Aprés Ski
No Limits at Chambre Neuf, Chamonix
- Pointe Isabelle Hotel (Across from McDonalds) (A new one - ‘pre aprés ski’ in my opinion)
- Venture to Chambre Neuf around 6:15 (when the ski bums arrive) for No Limits live band (expect to scream 'one more song' , 'we are Chamonix', etc. - the swedish and norwegian ski bums dance on the tables, feel free to join, they won't bite - crowd surfing is allowed, hang the pitchers on the chandelier when you’re done).
*Don't shower beforehand, and wear your ski clothes.
2. Food
Soup at Pâtisserie Richard Chamonix
- Munchie - Best sushi / fusion food in town
- Moo Bar - Pulled pork burger. Just do it.
- Le Jekyll - Sunday Ribs
- Rolly Polly - quick delicious sandwiches
- Casa Valerio - Favorite Italian / Pizza spot in town
If you want to buy food their are plenty of grocery stores (Petit Casio) scattered around town (next to the Rossignol store, and across from WESC) and Super U located across from Moncler -ish. The beer is on the first floor, and the food is cheaper than the other places.
3. Where To Ski
- If it is sun you want: Brévent-Flégère
- Perhaps trees + backcountry: Grand Montets
- Touring: Le Tour
- First time on the slopes: Les Houches
- Something Extreme: Aiguille du midi (you should probably hire a guide, bring crampons, a rope, avalanche gear, etc.) You can walk to Brevent, and Aiguille du midi everywhere else you need to take the bus (which rarely runs on time)
4. Sleep Warm
- . I like the little places like Hotel du Louvre, and Hotel Richemond. Partly because they are near the bars, restaurants, and busses to all of the ski lifts (call me lazy). Wifi is fast, cheap and the breakfast and coffee is sufficient (Croissants, Pain au chocolate, and hard boiled eggs). There are plenty of beautiful places to stay throughout the city.
5. Smile, you're in Chamonix
Until next time, Chamonix. For those who are there - enjoy it.
Speak soon,
Per
Featured
Living abroad, like anything has its pros and cons. One of the most difficult aspects about moving away from home is also leaving everyone you know. Of course, social media makes keeping in contact with old friends easy. But let's face it - following a best friends instagram feed or having a virtual conversation on skype is not the same as interacting, speaking and laughing with the ones who know you best. With that being said, one of the best things about moving away from home is having the opportunity to meet people from all walks of life.
For the start of the new year I had the opportunity to mix the best of both worlds. My old, university life, with my new 'trivago' life. A weekend trip (my favorite) was booked from Dusseldorf to Dublin for 36 hours of Guinness in quaint irish pubs, gambling on soccer games, and most importantly spending time with people who make me smile.
The weekend went a wee bit like this:
After a night out in Dublin, we woke up in the quaint and cozy town known as Carlingford. The sun was out, the grass was green & the view overlooked the mountains and the sea. What more could we ask for?
1. Good Morning, Carlingford.
2. An Irish brunch
A cozy breakfast bundled up with strong coffee, great craic and a warm fire.
[ organic boiled eggs, sautéed cherry tomatoes, mushrooms & greens ]
3. Place your bets
Drove to a gambling hall (?), bet on 8 soccer teams with the odds of winning 7,000 GBP
[ I lost by one game (I think this is how you get addicted) ]
4. Hiking with a View
[ no caption needed - other than it was 'absolutely baltic' outside ]
5. undocumented
Dinner and breakfast a la Rosie, Drinks in downtown Carlingford, Orior Factory
6. fish, chips & Skerries
The little fishing town of skerries was to die for. There was even an ice cream shop called storm in a teacup... real life.
Moral of the story
Get out of your town for the weekend and have old friends meet new friends.
This is what life is all about.
Meet my talented friends
orior by design | LAADMADE | Art Traffic | Stick & Bindle
P.S. Thank you to the McGuigan's for hosting us for the weekend <3
St. Thomas, Magens Bay. US Virgin Islands
Blue skies, crystal clear water & plenty of fish in the sea.
I usually travel to St. John when I end up in the US Virgin Islands. I did not have the time to take the short ferry over to this beautiful place, so I ended up in Magens Bay back in St. Thomas. Although usually quite crowded from mega cruise ships, it is easy to beat the crowd by walking to the very end of the beach. It is empty, quiet and filled with locals. The perfect place to sunbathe, swim, snorkel, dive, hike, etc. It is 4$ to enter, there are a few beach bars, clean bathrooms & plenty of sunshine to soak in.
Speak soon,
Per
Disclaimer: I am currently 40,000 feet in the air on a double decker airplane somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean with a few glasses of wine in me ('Tis the season).
For some reason I find airplanes quite relaxing. Partly because I can sleep anywhere - middle seat, emergency exit row, you name it and lights are out before the flight attendants can press play on the safety video.
Today I am flying from Frankfurt to Orlando on Lufthansa's big boy Airbus - double decker and all. Everyone knows Christmas in Germany is important, but Lufthansa really outdid themselves this season. Not only is their airport terminal decked out, but Wreaths even hang in the gallies. Amenity kits have been swapped out for a felted grey dop kit lined with Christmas fabric, wrapped with a little red bow, bell included. How many times do I have to say, it's all in the details?
The Holiday just so happened to be the feature movie on this flight (one of my all time favorites) - so here is my very merry Lufthansa lunch date as told by Cameron, Jude, Kate and Jack.
The amenity kit
The Wine Selection
Red or white, Cameron? Lufthansa had a very generous selection of wines from all over the world. I chose the German Riesling to refrain from any withdrawls from my country of residence.
My first (date) course with Jude Law.
The Kurbis-pepperpuree was the perfect start to the date as you can see by Jude's facial expression.
And then Cameron interrupted... she was predominantly upset that she couldn't eat the crispy bread rolls #carbs.
Jack black sings theme songs to the Classics.
The classics also including Germany's traditional rolled noodles and onions - a Christmas market staple.
The Finale
Dessert, fresh fruit and Christmas cookies. Need I say more?
The movie just so happened to end at the end of the wonderful food service. Talk about perfect timing.
Thoughts? Lufthansa is incredible no matter where you sit on the airplane. But I think we all already knew this. Happy to be back in the sunshine state with my family for the holidays!
Have a very Merry Christmas & a even happier new year!
Speak soon,
Per
Featured
Location: Cancún, Mexico - September 2014.
Rested at:
Hotel Casa Turquesa
Thoughts? After residing in Germany for nearly 6 months I have come to realize that waking up and frolicking through the ocean on any giving morning is not exactly an option (insert the cliché saying "you don't know what you've got until it's gone" type of thing). For that I thank TBEX (travel bloggers exchange) for choosing Cancun as this years location for hosting an event in such a sunny location. Although a work trip it was nice to have the option to see the sunrise, or eat decent guacamole. Here are some of my favorite things about my short stay in Mexico!
GUACAMOLE
Guacamole. It is not always readily available, nor do grocery stores make it fresh every morning - hence the phenomenon of what is Whole Foods.
SUNSHINE
AN ARTFUL HOTEL
Hotel Casa Turquesa - Boutiquey enough for the anti-corporate, without losing the view.
Picture Donatella Versace in the 80s.
CAVERN CENOTES & TURTLE HATCHING
(how discovery channel of us)
Most importantly, I miss the sunrises & sunsets
#ROOMWITHAVIEW
Speak soon,
Per
I had a design-worthy sleepover at the conveniently and centrally located Nordic Light Hotel in the beautiful city of Stockholm, Sweden a couple weeks ago. Whoever said it is all in the details couldn't be more accurate. From the moment I walked into through the vast lobby I could sense the spirit of innovative design, defined by the color palette of fresh milk and white snow (my personal favorite shades of white).
Sometimes design should speak for itself, which is why I will keep this short & sweet.
The breakfast is instagram worthy, their swedish coffee is as strong as a viking (the way we all like it), and the service and location can't really be beat. Tack så mycket for the designspiration, it is always a pleasure.
Hallå där
i want it all.
breakfast please.
(those copper lamps though - obsessed.)
the room.
fika time.
No need for a sleepover? No Problem. I would also suggest grabbing a fika (swedish coffee break) if you have some time to kill before you take the Arlanda express to the airport - it is literally 100 feet from the doors of the train.
Speak soon,
Per
It was finally Friday, not that I usually have enough time in each week to think about what specific day it is (they all start to blend together after a while). With that being said, I do get excited for Friday's when I have planned a little weekend getaway - especially for a one night stand with the quaint and cozy town of Maastricht in the Netherlands. This wasn't my first time visiting this town and it was even better the second time.
From the moment we crossed the border the sun started to shine; the sky was painted with shades of rust and lavender (not something I see often --- the sun that is...insert life in Germany here)
One night stands (15-24 hours in a city) are always better with someone who has a little more experience, which is why I couldn't have been more grateful that my wonderful coworker lives here. It is a great help knowing someone to find all of the local spots and places that are often overlooked.
Maastricht is filled with quaint bakeries, matte black bicycles parked in front of art galleries, and cobblestone streets that lead to gothic style churches converted into bookstores (they even smell like barnes and noble - yes.)
For dinner we wandered over to Café Sjiek to munch on the bread, devour the meat stew, and sip on the generous gin & tonics. The animations on the napkins and matchboxes are to die for and the bartenders were a little too generous. Thank you?
The morning after we shamelessly wandered into coffee lovers to reminisce about the night and make note of how much I've fallen in love - with the city that is (plus their coffee and family style atmosphere is pretty cool). Overall: get ready to be overwhelmed because everywhere you look it just keeps getting better. Don't forget to notice the little details like ---
the bicycles & store fronts.
the little details.
Definitely look down.
& out.
thanks for hosting me, jill & max.
ps - pack oversized sweaters - here is why.
speak soon,
Per