As I am half French, my family go on an annual skiing trip to France. We go to a town called Valloire in the French Alps were my Dad -or Papa as I say- grew up after he moved from Paris where he was born. He has been there since he was 4 years old and it is something that our family cherish deeply. 

This isn’t exactly a celebration but it is something that we do. Every year when we go to Valloire, we ski every day from start to finish. I compete in competitions and only last year did I finish ski school. I have been on the snow since I was 3 years old and I have skied in all types of weather. Once our family had to ski through a huge snow storm. You couldn’t see a thing when you were skiing and it was quite dangerous. My Mum lost her ski in the snow and couldn’t find it, but in the end she found it and my Dad almost fell off the mountain. 

We go to Valloire every January when it is the ski season. When we go to Valloire, we go to the markets, the restaurants, the lights in the evening, the shops, the concerts and performances and lots more. Last year we went to Valloire for Christmas. I got to experience my first French Christmas and funny enough they open their presents for family on Christmas Eve and their presents for Santa on Christmas morning! When we go to Valloire my family and I go. So that is my Mum, my Dad, my sister and I. We stay with our family friends. My Dad grew up with our family friends in Valloire and our family friends built a chalet so we stay their with them every year. I have lots of special memories of Valloire but my most special memory would have to be when my sister and I have tobogganing races or when I had my first experience on the snow.

Do you go on family holidays or do you celebrate different celebrations?