Skiing the Swiss Alps

Last weekend, I fell in love with Switzerland. Being raised in a family that has had me skiing since the age of 5, the Swiss Alps were my personal version of nirvana. After starting the day off by skiing with a few of my friends, I quickly realized that I needed to branch off if I wanted to get past the bunny slope (sorry guys). So for the next 3 hours I went off into the Swiss Alps with just me, myself, and I. I was a little nervous at first to be skiing alone on unfamiliar terrain, but the never-ending runs covered in powder were a quick distraction. It felt amazing to be by myself and for some reason, at the end of the day, I felt like I had accomplished something (seriously though, can I put “independent woman successfully ski’s the Swiss Alps solo” on my resume?).  The views were unlike anything I could ever see in the States and honestly, showing you the pictures below is really the only way to describe it. I’ve already convinced my parents that we desperately need to come back here, so for now, see you later Switz.