Доломиты Dolomites

My husband and I went skiing to the Dolomites. Returned four days ago. It was the first time in Italy. Previously, they went to the Caucasus, then to the Czechs four times, a couple of times to Andorra. But now it’s dumb to go to Kabarda, and I wanted something new. We looked at options with Austria, but acquaintances, also lovers of winter slopes, advised the Val di Fassa valley. The hotel was already chosen in the travel agency, there was no time to delve into the internet in advance this time, and we relied on the recommendation of the manager Natalie Tours.

As a result, we bought a week at the Garni Aritz hotel. Specially stopped at four stars, so that it is not too expensive and not a kennel. It turned out to be a normal choice, now upon my return I am very pleased with how everything went. I read reviews of other tourists here, it even became funny. Someone did not have enough steppe space in the room.

Someone’s slippers didn’t dry out, someone didn’t like that they didn’t carry them on their hands to the descent (probably they expected that they would ride for them). It's strange, like adults, but like infantile children. My sons already know that, he came from the street - put dryers in boots. And if you move lazily, then sniff at home on the couch.

The rooms in Garni Aritz, like in almost all ski hotels abroad that we have been to, are not very large, but comfortable. It would be strange to compare them with summer Turkish ones. It is necessary to heat the room in winter, but it is expensive. The more meters, the more expensive. Skiing for money is already much more expensive than lying on the beach, so what the hell are your mansions. Although the hotel is new, it is somehow habitable, home-like. We ate in the morning ourselves, bought in the store and used the microwave. During the day we ate on the slope. In the evening, after the sauna, we went to some institution.

Lift next to the hotel.
And not some rattling junk, but the latest technology. Each rise in the gondola is a sea of ​ ​ emotions from the beauties passing by. On the track itself, everything is also very civil, I was very pleased with the attitude of instructors and rescuers. On the second day, before our eyes, an elephant-like Deutsch ran into a skier, knocked her down and, as it turned out, broke her collarbone. In less than three minutes, people jumped up to her with a stretcher and a medical suitcase. So, we rode not only with pleasure, but also with confidence that if something happens, then help will not be delayed.

On the penultimate day, we managed to escape to Venice. It was just wonderful, but we realized that you won’t feel it in a single day, as it deserves. Planned for her and Verona for two weeks at the end of the summer. But that's another story.