I restrict my own skiing soujorns to a maximum of three days, late March and never, never never during a school holiday.
Dropping to your knees to impart relief to sailors in the Reeperbahn hardly qualifies as sport L.
Skiing improved greatly, as with most blokes, when the wife finally admitted she was rubbish at it, didn't really enjoy it, and didn't mind it being a quick lads only break.
Not having to go in school holidays transforms the trip completely. No queues and no being totally rinsed (300% increase) on apartment rentals. It's become with me, rather like tearing around on a powerful motorbike, a litmus to indicate that although I am getting old, I am not yet elderly