I took in about four hours of restless, anticipation filled sleep before rising at 4am to catch my taxi to Gatwick airport for my 5.50 flight to Innsbruck, Austria. WORK SKI TRIP BABY!
What better way to meet, for the first time, 22 of my new colleagues than on a ski trip in the Austrian Alps, which based on the pre-trip email chains, seemed heavily focused on après-ski activity. My type of people.
Well, I can only say, in the understatement of the year, that the trip lived up to its pre-billing hype! The entire group, from partner down to analyst were incredibly friendly and welcoming. Of course some good natured American-ribbing was in the cards, but I swallowed my leader of the free world pride and with it any comments related to historical activities circa 1776-1782 and just played along.
The Alps were absolutely beautiful and we were fortunate to have loads of fresh powder to carve through all three days. I tagged along with a rather seasoned bunch of skiers, which quickly found me off-piste (i.e., off-trail), sharing the snow with rocks, evergreens and god knows what else. I felt like my helmet should have had a Monster energy sticker on it, Xtreme!
The après-ski was insane. That is all I will mention in the public domain.
Our flight back to London from Innsbruck was cancelled due to continued snowfall and we were bussed two hours away to Munich International to catch a new flight. I’ll do anything for an extra passport stamp!
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