Sälen Ski Weekend

Bright and early Thursday morning we packed up the car with a baby, a long weekend's worth of toys, and the coolest skiing outfit ever and headed north to Sälen in a caravan of two of The Swede's best friends and their families.  The destination: a cozy cabin in the mountains.

It was a perfect group of folks to vacation with.  Calle and his dudes hit the slopes while Sophie and I explored the resort, and Jamie and little Elvin explored each other.  

The cabin was perfect for us ten, with plenty of room for us all to watch Melodifestivalen on the sofa and lots of space around the table to enjoy the meals that we took turns fixing.

The Swede kept apologizing for the fact that I didn't get to ski because I was on baby duty, but as of 1993 - the last time I went skiing - I'm not wild about it anyway and really enjoyed a relaxing weekend in the mountains and the great company that came with it.  Already on the drive home we started talking about when we can squeeze in another weekend in Sälen before the snow melts.