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Day 14 to day 16 - Lüsen, Italy

We're still at the lovely Kinderhotel in Italy. The last few days have been all about surviving with a challenging toddler. There's been plenty of meltdowns from all of us. 

Whilst travelling might seem like an amazing thing to do, we are still parenting but without our normal resources of toys, friends, nursery and parents on hand to help. It's been a tough few days that make you question why are we wasting money doing this when we're not enjoying it? 🤷

But in between the tears we have managed to enjoy the waterslides, join in the butter making class, eat ice cream as a starter for lunch and dinner (Henry of course) and try a bit of skiing. 

Henry also went to the kids club for a couple of hours today which gave us time to enjoy the gym and pool child free! 

Henry wanted "the pink ones", 🩷 so we got pink skis rather than blue 💙.  He immediately wanted to put them on in the shop and then go for a walk 😂.

Ready for action! This took about 30 minutes of drumming up excitement to get all the gear on...for about 10 minutes of skiing! 

He loved the magic carpet and kept pointing to the big slope "I want to go up there!"

Part of the kids club which is full of very classy and expensive wooden toys. They even have a full kid size house, soft play, sports hall, climbing hall and loads of crafts. Its a shame Henry still has to go in the baby room. All of the other lovely stuff is available of we supervise him. He'd be allowed in there unsupervised once he's 3. 

Thoughts from the last few days:
  > There have been a few conversations between us around have we done the right thing? This is not enjoyable with a toddler? Shall we just call it quits? Neither of us expected it to be so hard. 
 > For a relatively small, family run hotel they have some really expensive facilities. How is it viable!? They have their own ski slipe which means snow cannons for when it hasn't snowed, a drag lift with a full time lifty and a piste basher...all for about 30 skiers a day. Seems crazy. 
 > We have an amazing sofa/chair thing in the room which is as deep as having a sofa and footstool in one. Its so comfy - I  need one in our next house. 
 > I wish they'd serve a proper portion of wine when you ask for a glass, but no, they serve it in 100 measures, for the same price as a London bar...ah! That's how they afford a piste basher 😂.
 > I always thought it was hard enough carrying skis and walking in ski boots. That's now a breeze compared to carrying a 15kg toddler in ski boots, with your skis and their skis. You need way more hands and Swarzanegger strength 💪. Oh, and definitely don't slip over on any ice! 



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