(Second instalment in The Dolomiti Appreciation Society series)
Spring skiing is something of a mixed bag. Head out too early and the snow tends to rattle your teeth out of your skull, too late and you're wading waist deep in sludge. Some wise owl once said to get the best of the snow you need to follow the sun and ski from east to west. Does that not just sound horrifically over-organised? If you're anything like the vast majority of the Dolomiti Appreciation Society, your spring ski will be a scenic route from bar to bar to bar to bar to floor then back to bar.
Are you ready? We're about to go on a Dolomiti bar crawl.
Primo bar: The Cow Bar
This is possibly my favourite bar in the Dolomites. It's nestled in the side of the mountain, hidden away from the world. If you're ever in the area, look for a 15ft one-eyed cow with a quiff. Duck under the cow and ring his bell to let him know you're coming. It's only polite!
Spritz Hugo, Spritz Aperol and one helluva view
They even have real life mountain cows
And mountain poultry
Next we're going to my other favourite bar in the Dolomites. It's halfway down the James Bond run (seen in For Your Eyes Only) so you're obligated to feel like James Bond as you shoop down to it. When you get there, forget all about your martini shaken not stirred. Get a hot chocolate with extra cream and chocolate sprinkles. It's what James Bond would've done. Honest.
High altitude selfie
Terzo bar: Here you want an espresso, a pre-packed hipflask of brandy/baileys/whiskey and a retro ski do
Jake & Sophie
Me with the little gnomie
Another incredible view
Quarto bar: Now you already know about this hidden little gem, you savvy thing.
Delyth found a friend
It was retro ski day. Apparently.
As a result of the altitude-alcohol combination, things started to get a bit silly.
Now your tootsies are warm and you're feeling all brave and gnarley, you've just about got time to play in the park before we head to our next bar.
(before I had the most least graceful of falls)
And there's always time for a bit of Dolomiti Appreciation between fine drinking establishments
Couldn't have put it better myself
His & hers shiny puffas with matching velour. Che donna, che uomo!
Quarto bar: Prosecco Bar
This could (also) possibly be my favourite bar in the Dolomites. The prosecco is bottled in-house and de-corked with pliers. Did I mention the prosecco is sublime? If you look closely, you'll see a certain Parisienne looking chic even when she's upside down and stuck inside a wine glass!
This was the final bar for a few reasons. In part because we introduced Sophie to Grappa Williams and things always tend to go downhill from there. But mainly because it was 6pm and so the Carabinieri kindly insisted on escorting us down the mountain.
Yewwwwwwwwwww
Then monday came along and said it was time to go home to flatland, where there are no cow bars, no mountain poultry and retro one-piece's are less acceptable as daywear. An extra special grazie mille to the lovely Elisa who singlehandedly denounces the claim that women can't drive, and all members of the Dolomiti Appreciation Society for the food and company (but mostly the food.)
Ci vediamo presto!
loveeeee this. jel x10000
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