It finally rained!  Unfortunately it was Grace's buddy, C's, first day but what the hey.  She was half asleep anyway.  We picked her up at the Torino airport at 11 am.  The place was packed with British groups coming over to ski.  We counted 20 flights on the ETA board from the UK.  These are chartered flights that work with British companies to offer packaged deals for ski weeks.  The road outside the terminal was lined with buses and there were all sorts of young people in bright colored jackets carrying signs with the names of the tour companies standing near arrivals.  As the groups would come through they'd direct them to the correct buses and send them on their way.  There were HUNDRED'S of them all dragging ski bags and pushing piles of suitcases.  There were kids running all the Hell all over the place and groups of young guys in shorts and tattoos you could tell were just itching for their first Italian beer.  In the middle of all this chaos was one little flight from Paris carrying one little girl from Maine.  When she finally came through, we fished her out of the melee and brought her home.  She probably though English was the common language here.

Today is sunny and bright and the mountains are white with yesterday's snow.  I'll shop and pack up for the mountains while the girls head to the city.  Vacation good.  xxoo me