Sunday night, Hotel Sestriere
JC, Jaz, Erik & Gord play pool through the glass, last guests at an empty hotel. Out the window, white mountain slopes lit for skiers against the dark. A woman sings beautifully into the mike like a pop star, a sad song; she and her partner perform to us in an almost empty lobby in Hotel Sestriere. It’s the final evening of the long Epiphany weekend, and you can just feel that everyone has gone home. We’re due back at Meizoun for dinner. Peter’s still in bed sick. Everyone worked two hours today.



Yesterday we climbed the mountain from 10:30 AM until 4 PM. Ashleigh, our guide, with a Sean Connery accent and stories, details and history of the fort. When we got home . . . . . one of those amazing travel magic events ...

running out of time on internet, will report tomorrow with photos!!