Skiing holiday day 2 morning

When only skiing one week a year (due to funds, not due to the lack of wanting to!) the first morning of the skiing holiday of 2010 is here.
There has been a very recent snow fall of up to 30cm on the higher slopes and 15 - 20cm on the lower slopes.  The pistes have been groomed and the sun is out shining on the top of the mountains as I look out the window as soon as I get up.  For those passionate about things you will understand when I say I feel like a young child at Christmas all excited about getting out on the snow, I can't wait.
I head down to the self service breakfast, more food than you can wish for, back to the room to get my salopettes and ski gear ready, then down to the boot room to get my boots and skis and walk out onto the snow just outside the door which handily leads to a gentle slope to the lifts and cable car.
As a couple of us chose to ski with a guide for the week, we meet up and join the English speaking class for the off piste, our guide is called Stefan and turns out to be a great guide and good fun for the week.  The class is mixed with one guy from Netherlands but living in Geneva (so he did not have far to travel) and a couple from France and a couple of guys from Israel.
For the first morning we ski as a couple of groups on piste to warm the legs up and get our ski legs back, it is a fast pace, but on freshly groomed piste that is an ideal start to what we hope to be a fantastic week.  Snow boarders are put into a separate group so we are all skiers at a similar level, which always helps so there is no waiting around.
I have skied at Val d'Isere for a few years now, but never get tired of the 300km of piste and plenty of off piste, so with the morning consisting of good snow, freshly groomed pistes, sunshine and a steady group to ski with, it was a fantastic start to the week.  After a few hours warm up we head back to the all inclusive full board hotel for our two hour lunch, which normally I would only stop for an hour, but with the food being so good, a glass of wine (when in France do as the French do) is my motto, and at that time I did not appreciate how good and tough the week was going to be, so although I like to class myself as fit to ski, I felt I needed the 2 hour lunches by the end of the week.