The early morning sunrise reflects faintly off the window from the train. It’s a faint pink hue of the late winter sun in its attempt to stir life out from its winter slumber. I’ve spent the night on the train from the airport outside of Stockholm up to Åre to go skiing in Sweden, something that has been on my bucket list since way back. The travel party has equipped themselves with skis and all sorts of equipment for this holiday and everyone, while half asleep, is buzzing. This is the ski break we’ve all been looking forward to, skiing in Sweden, from morning to night. Unofficially we all know it’s a competition between us of who will ski the fastest, the longest, fall the hardest…and everything else that forms part of a typical ski holiday.
