So far so good. After a long day (or two?) of traveling we finally made it to our first stop, the alpine town of Livigno, Italy. As my first international flight, the experience was interesting to say the least. After our airplane was delayed on the tarmac due to an aggressive passenger in Calgary, we landed in Frankfurt with a little under half an hour until our connecting flight to Munich left. I was pretty clueless the whole time (I was following the others) and didn't realize we were cutting it close. Following the loss of Amanda and Perry through security and navigating the tunnels of the airport, by the time we got to our plane, they were just pulling the gate away and missed boarding by three minutes. Of course the plane had to chill out while they kindly unloaded our luggage off that plane to make the next flight.
After the tardy ones (me, Allyson, Heidi and Marlis) finally arrived in Munich two hours later, we were happy to see the rest of the group waiting outside baggage claim. After the others accepted our apologies we packed up the vans and headed off from Munich to Lavigno.
Livigno is this mountain village with both alpine and cross country venues right in town. Our hotel (which so far has offered great food and bedding contrary to what most think about Europe) is located just above Lavigno at 2250m, and we train down at 1850m along the town. To put it in comparison, Silverstar is 1666m and the Haig is around 2715m. The snow here is awesome, but offers pretty flat terrain with a few hills off the valley. The peaks around it are so high that its either sweltering hot in the sun and frigid in the shade; a balance struggles to exist.
Thursday we will leave our high altitude getaway for Malles, where all the action will take place. Word on the team is the snow is wicked, the hills are hilly and our accommodation has an old Italian mama who will tuck us in at night. Looking good!

A brutal image of one of my skis in Lavigno. Sadly this is the only image of the town I have.







