Some of my favorite nights aren’t about where I was, but about who I was with. No crazy stories, no wild adventures—just a dark room, a glowing screen, and the people I love.
The Same Routine, But It Never Gets Old
I don’t know why, but movie nights at our cinemas just hit different. Maybe it’s the routine—the ongoing debate over what to watch, the last-minute popcorn dash, the unspoken rule that everyone always takes the same seat. Or maybe it’s just the fact that, no matter how many times we do it, it never really gets old.
Tonight, it’s the same drill. We’re in Megève, which means everything outside is frozen solid. Snow is falling hard, the kind that makes everything feel extra quiet. Even though I’ve been inside for a while, I can still feel the cold on my skin. Someone—probably my mom—is making hot chocolate, and my dad is fighting a losing battle to get us to watch some 90s “classic” movie. The rest of us? We’re in the middle of our never-ending war over what to put on. One time, after an hour of back-and-forth, we gave up and put on Shrek. No one complained.
Forte vs. Megève: Two Different Worlds
In Forte dei Marmi, it’s different. After a long beach day, stepping into the cool, dimly lit cinema feels like hitting pause on reality. Sinking into the sofa, popcorn in one hand, cold drink in the other, I let the day melt away. The hum of the air conditioning, the lingering warmth of the sun on my skin—it’s the kind of stillness that feels earned.
Megève, though, is another world. Half the time, I walk in half-frozen from the slopes, my hands still stinging from the cold as I try to warm them up. I pull a blanket over me, and suddenly, the room feels smaller, cozier. The cold disappears, replaced by the soft glow of the screen and the quiet murmur of everyone settling in. It’s one of those small moments that stick with you—the kind you don’t think about in the moment but remember years later, searching for comfort.
It’s Never Just About the Movie
But the best part? It’s never really about the movie. It’s my dad laughing way too hard at the dumbest jokes. My cousin gasping dramatically at every plot twist. My friends somehow turning every film into a full-blown debate. Half the time, the credits roll, and no one moves. We just sit there, still talking, still throwing around wild theories, still stretching the night out as long as we can.
Some nights feel like they could last forever. Someone will fall asleep halfway through. Someone (probably me) will steal someone else’s popcorn. And when it’s over, we won’t leave right away. We’ll just stay there, half-awake, still talking, still laughing, still not quite ready to let go of the night.
And honestly? That’s what makes it special. The movie is just an excuse to be there. Oh, and if you ever feel like having the place all to yourself? At our retreats, you can even book the cinema for a private screening, making the experience completely your own. No interruptions—just your favorite film, your favorite snacks, and your favorite company.
P.S : almost forgot—here’s the link in case you want to make it happen: here.
