The reality of life in a ski resort has begun to set in, the initial novelty of seeing snow from your bedroom window has now worn a little thin. Tiredness, exhaustion and poverty are the reality of life in a ski resort. I know I am luckier than most my bills are low, and I’ve recently found an additional job working for a foreign exchange company.
My supplementary income means I’m no longer relying on toastie bar tips to pay for the luxuries. The downside of living in a holiday resort are the inflated prices, nine euro beers and twenty euro pizzas are difficult to manage. Saving money for my next trip seemed impossible as almost all of my money I earned was needed to support my modest lifestyle.
One week I had eleven pence in my account after bills and was not looking forward to a week of pasta and pesto from the store cupboard. I remember finding a ten euro note on the floor and felt as if I had won the lottery, this was how tight things got.
My story of depravity is a minor one, “boy nearly has to eat pasta from the cupboard for a whole week”, others were not so lucky, credit cards hitting limits and living on stale croissants and leftovers.
Most seasonaires have tales of February woes. February goes from bad to worse once the school holidays begin. The slopes become busy and the ability to escape and enjoy the mountain become harder. Ironically, I need a quiet mountain and a chance to race down a piste. The opportunity to cut loose, forget all of my problems and live in the moment. Filling my friends Facebook feeds with snow selfies, but alas that will have to wait.