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Description Of An Ideal Place For Winter Holidays

Description of an ideal place for winter holidays.

Have you ever thought that there will be no snow in January? Are you looking forward to putting on your skis and schuss the smooth slope, covered with plenty of snow? I am sure that every ardent skier dreams about it. Since there is no snow in Poland, I recommend you to set out on an unforgettable journey to Hintertux – a skiers’ paradise in Austria.
Hintertux village is situated at the end of Zillertal valley – the biggest and most popular ski resort in Austria, which offers over 600 km of perfectly prepared ski runs. A truly delightful place that attracts thousands of skiers every year, from performance skiers to winter sports enthusiasts. Regardless of whether you want to spend your holiday in a friendly, country atmosphere, modern leisurecentre or busy tourist resort, Hintertux guarantees a lot of satisfaction.
Famous for it’s impressive length of ski runs, Hintertux offers also a lot of breathtaking views. You can take a cable car to the top of the Hintertux Glacier, where observation desk is located. In the good visibility you can be impressed by the stunning panorama of Austrian Alps, western part of Tyrol and the Dolomites.
In the evenings you can taste the unique atmosphere of Hintertux village. There is a wide range of entertainments such as a sleigh ride in the moonlight, hikes with torches, curling or bowling. Apart from that, there are also many restaurants, pubs, discos and folk events.
Hintertux is an exceptional place where you cannot be bored. Once you leave this place, you cannot wait to go there again.

A Description Of Winter

Magic Falling

There are the days that are dreary and overcast. The mood is sullen and dark, and
the family is bored. The cold reaches to the bone and chills throughout the body. The tree branches are stark bare, their leaves stripped off in the fall; their beauty gone. Dirt covers
the wet snow that lays uneven over the yard, or piled on the side of the driveway.
Yet, there are the days of magic, when fresh, fluffy snow bursts through the
clouds and surrounds everything. The flakes lightly touch your face, attaching to your
lashes and tickling your nose. The snow covers the dirt, and piles upon the ground. The
bare driveway made of dirt and rocks is covered with a blanket of cold, smooth white.
These fluffy flakes grasp onto the branches of the bare trees, giving them back their
beauty. This surrounding snow brings silence, enchantment and wonder with it. One
stands outside in awe, head lifted to the sky and arms out trying to comprehend and
embrace it.
The family stays inside together, with their hot chocolate. They sit by the
windows, admiring the sudden beauty the blizzard has brought. Conversation rolls
smoothly between the members of the family, and sweet laughter is heard. Blankets and
warm sweaters are wrapped around each body. Watching the beautiful snow fall is
enticing. It captures the viewers' interest, and one can be comforted by it for an hour or
more. This cand of weather is pure beauty, where it surrounds the private trees, bushes
and gardens. It's a whole new world; a get away.
Then, amidst the laughing and story telling, a period of quiet ensues. The
quietness of the snow falling, covering, hiding, has won once again.


"I had awoken to see my window frosted over. I wiped away the mist to see a white blanket of snow had delicately fallen on the ground. I opened my window to smell the freshly baked ginger bread men being taken out of the oven. I grabbed my woolly soft gloves and fur lines coat to run outside, the Jincal River is completely frozen over!
The sparkling icicles clung to the drainpipes and roof, and the glistening Christmas tree in the town square was beautiful. There were bright red ribbons, shiny gold bells; velvet green holly with juicy red berries and even a most gorgeous silver star perched atop the tree. As night drew on, the thick smoke from the toasty fires filled the clean, crisp air.
I returned to the comfort of my own bed, closed my eyes and remembered all the beauty I had taken in on this perfect winter day.

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