Ski @ the Dolomites – Paradise on Earth

I started skiing when I was a little punk. The truth is, my kind of youngest preserved good memories are from a ski vacation in Pamporovo, Bulgaria. They took us from zero to hero in a week. After that, I stopped skiing for 25 years.

Years later, I found myself teaching a bunch of kids — including my own — how to ski.

Last year, my 18-year-old suggested we go to Italy. One of his schoolmates was there at the time, so we packed up and went. It was absolutely incredible. I had never seen mountains like the Dolomites. They don’t just rise — they explode out of the earth.

This year, we did it again. This time by car. Our good old BMW E90 isn’t exactly young anymore, so a 2,500 km round trip turned into its own kind of adventure.

Sofia. Serbia. Croatia. OMFG Slovenia — and my new favorite city, Ljubljana. Then Italy, with the final destination: the beautiful Moena.

Three people. One dog.
A lot of mountains.