I'm joining back in with Mrs P on Favourite Things Friday. Check her out for more favourites http://fairybreadmusings.blogspot.com/2011/01/favourite-things-friday_28.html.
When I was 12 I went on a school skiing trip to Italy. I absolutely hated the skiing and managed to dislocate my elbow at the end of the first day, it was a total blessing as I didn't have to ski anymore and instead could enjoy myself enjoying the scenery. I had never seen mountains before and thought they were wonderful. I haven't any pics of these because they are so awful.
Then, when I was 16 I went on another trip to Italy on a coach tour. I have a wonderful memory of driving through the night then waking up at dawn after coming through a long tunnel to snow covered mountains. This pic is a bit rubbish as it was taken through a coach window half asleep but it gives you the idea.
Then for the next three years I had summer holidays in the Alps. No snow to worry about then, just beautiful scenery. Switzerland was picture perfect, just like you would imagine it would be.
Austria had more interesting towns like Salsburg and Innsbruck, but still lovely mountains.
For some reason after that, I didn't go anywhere on holidays where I got to enjoy the mountain air until last summer. Cruising to Norway, day trips into the countryside, mountains, waterfalls! Perfect.
Of course, as much as I love experiencing them, I don't think I'd manage very well living there. I'm a soft city girl at heart, and the thought of driving up some of those mountain passes! It makes me nauseous just thinking about it!