We drove to St Moritz in Switzerland from Milan. After hours of magical adventure, we arrived to a beautiful town, filled with cobblestone streets and falling snow flakes. Pictured above, I am standing in front of the 100 year old Swiss Bakery.
After exploring the town, we were so excited to start our skiing experience. If I am being honest, I spent more time at the Audi Quatro Bar sipping hot chocolate than I did on the slopes. At first I despised it, the boots were heavy and the visibility poor. That does not take away how breath taking it was to be up so high, feeling as though I was on the edge of the world.
We were lucky enough to meet an old man named Willy, a medical engineer with the most intriguing life stories. Willy had been visiting St Mortiz for the past 50 years in a row. He walked us down to the frozen lake, a scary and thrilling experience it was to be walking on a bed of ice.
My mother Francesca, rocking her latest KENZO purchase while roaming the streets. We absolutely loved St Mortiz, it was the highlight of our three month long european holiday.