St. Fritz Monologue
Escaping the masses, for the anything-goes billionaire set, meant flying half a world away to a private ski chalet, in the middle of the upper Engadine Valley, in St. Moritz. And being whisked away from Geneva, by a private helicopter, standing by, waiting to fly them directly to the Chalet Toit du Allassi, at the top of its own slope.
Passing over storybook settings, with pretty, little Alpine villages, Marci studied the scenery below and the gusts of the brisk, mountain air and snow, swirling below them. Crystals in the Alpine air, just outside the curved window formed sparkles as she asked, “Mother, will we have guests, this year?” Every year she looked forward to their private family time spent at one of the best chalets on the mountain …show more content…
She didn’t notice the blond, Hungarian girl across from her, smiling back. The girl’s blond pigtailed face was one of a happy milkmaid in some Austrian flower field. The type that wears an Oktoberfest Alpine peasant costume, with a full skirt and a close-fitting bodice and a white blouse showing plenty of bosom underneath. Except she had her rapidly developing body stuffed into a pair of green ski pants and a matching down jacket.
The girl studied Marci for a minute and finally spoke to Marci in German. “You very happy, yes?” The girl’s expression was warm and enthusiastic. Her eyes sincere.
Marci liked something about the girl. “I love the smell of snow.”
“You smell snow?” The girl laughed. Not a judgmental laugh. Something fun and jovial.
Marci added, “It’s all crisp and bright, cold and white and fluffy. The crunch of it is mild. It sounds like the faint sound of electricity from power lines. Millions of tiny ice crystals glittering in the snow. I love everything about it.”
The girl nodded. “I’ve never thought of snow that way. But yes, I see your point. So snow almost smells like electricity and electricity smells like heat.”
They both laughed.
The girl appeared to be around 16, Marci’s age. Her face was open and honest. She nodded at the hill and asked, “May I join
Passing over storybook settings, with pretty, little Alpine villages, Marci studied the scenery below and the gusts of the brisk, mountain air and snow, swirling below them. Crystals in the Alpine air, just outside the curved window formed sparkles as she asked, “Mother, will we have guests, this year?” Every year she looked forward to their private family time spent at one of the best chalets on the mountain …show more content…
She didn’t notice the blond, Hungarian girl across from her, smiling back. The girl’s blond pigtailed face was one of a happy milkmaid in some Austrian flower field. The type that wears an Oktoberfest Alpine peasant costume, with a full skirt and a close-fitting bodice and a white blouse showing plenty of bosom underneath. Except she had her rapidly developing body stuffed into a pair of green ski pants and a matching down jacket.
The girl studied Marci for a minute and finally spoke to Marci in German. “You very happy, yes?” The girl’s expression was warm and enthusiastic. Her eyes sincere.
Marci liked something about the girl. “I love the smell of snow.”
“You smell snow?” The girl laughed. Not a judgmental laugh. Something fun and jovial.
Marci added, “It’s all crisp and bright, cold and white and fluffy. The crunch of it is mild. It sounds like the faint sound of electricity from power lines. Millions of tiny ice crystals glittering in the snow. I love everything about it.”
The girl nodded. “I’ve never thought of snow that way. But yes, I see your point. So snow almost smells like electricity and electricity smells like heat.”
They both laughed.
The girl appeared to be around 16, Marci’s age. Her face was open and honest. She nodded at the hill and asked, “May I join