A girls-only week in France is perfect for learning to look cool on a board
For our last lesson, Angel takes us off-piste and we hike up a hillside to find some virgin powder. We're all in seventh heaven, and everything she and Sabrina have taught us comes together as we cruise down the mountain in a contented pack. Then it's back to the chalet for the last night party. The hosts have cooked up a Mexican feast and we get stuck into the wine. All 17 girls feel like close friends by now and, as I'm leaving at the crack of dawn to get back to London, I'm really sad to say goodbye. I don't leave empty handed, though - my pocket is filled with 17 email addresses, and an invitation to meet up for a reunion in a month. Turns out that I was rude enough after all!
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