We went to Courmayeur with Vale’s parents for the long weekend. The
weather was great for the most part, though one day it rained, though it
wasn’t a bother since I took the opportunity to introduce “Frogger” to
Vale, and she happily hopped her way across roads and logs on my iBook
the entire day.

We went for a walk through the snow one afternoon, and it was a great
day with a great view. We stopped for lunch at a restaurant where I was
able to have some great lamb and polenta.

One evening we went out to a bar for some Grolla. It’s basically coffee
mixed with 3 or 4 kinds of alcohol, placed in a wooden container with 4
spouts and set on fire. Everyone then drinks from their own spout on
their way to drunkenness. Though…now that I think about it, if this
drink is to encourage friendship, should we all drink from the same
spout? Hmm..something to think about. But who am I to question tradition?

Afterwards, on the walk home, we enjoyed the relative quietness of the
town while Mauritzia struggled with her giggle-fit.

When we arrived home, Vale decided it was time to introduce a close
personal friend of mine to her family – Mrs Davenport. It was well
received, though Giancarlo hasn’t looked at me the same way since…

On the final day we went to the Hermitage for a picnic. We ended up
climbing to an absolutely phenomenal vantage point, with an amazing view
of the mountains contrasted against a cloudless sky. And I left my
camera in the condo…

I’ve really got to stop doing that.