Ever since I first saw “The Sound of Music” I’ve wanted to go to Austria. Well, I wanted to be Julie Andrews, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try to plan a trip to someplace like St. Anton, Austria. You know, the idea of the snow crunching under my feet on some moonlit winter evening with the clean mountain air filling my lungs is ultra appealing. Having my own little ski instructor plying me with mulled wine wouldn’t kill me, either.
I like to cross country ski and it would be sweet to snowboard or snowshoe and come back to a lovely rented chalet, wouldn’t it? You know, you’re on board with me. Little wine sack action while you make your way along the trails. Chatting up the snowbunnies (there are male snowbunnies, right?) would be awesome.

I have a friend who grew up in Switzerland, so luxury skiing holidays to him meant coming to the States to Aspen. What a maroon, right? I’m thinking about some cool places like perhaps in Courcheval or Meribel, France. I speak the lingo. It would be great to take my family to luxury ski chalets in Courchevel .Of course it would just be Pooper and me in the snow, but I am sure my mother would enjoy the luxury of a quality chalet. Great food and wine, skiing, snowboarding and taking in the sights all appeal to me…I just have to make my first million before too long.