Once my friend and I decided to take on this pursuit, it was time for research. Everyone I spoke to suggested that we must choose a location where the slopes are beginner friendly, otherwise it could ruin our first experience. We booked our tickets for Combloux, a sister village next to Megeve in France, where a lot of children learn skiing because the slopes are not that steep.Â
We were particularly focussed on choosing a location that’s not overcrowded, so it wouldn’t be overwhelming. Since neither of us speak French, I was nervous about finding a ski instructor who can speak English. My biggest fear was getting injured as a result of not being able to understand instructions. However, we found out that most instructors at the Ecole de Ski Français, the world’s largest ski school, speak English.Â
We met our instructor, Anthony, in the afternoon for our first ski lesson. He also helped us to find the right rental gear. It took a while to understand the basics and keep ourselves standing. I found it oddly comforting to do the lesson with a friend who was equally clueless about the whole process, rather than a romantic partner. I realized how embarrassing it would have been to keep falling on my face in front of a boyfriend, and wondered why I had waited so long to do this in the first place.Â
