Personal Life
Wawrinka's father, Wolfram, is a German of Czech ancestry, although his surname is actually of Polish origin. Wawrinka's paternal great-grandfather originated from a border region between Poland and the former Czechoslovakia. Wawrinka's mother Isabelle is Swiss. His mother works as a biodynamic farmer helping handicapped people. He has one older brother Jonathan, who teaches tennis, and two younger sisters Djanaée and Naëlla, who are students and tennis players.
Wawrinka lived in Saint-Barthélemy (10 minutes from Lausanne) with his wife, Ilham Vuilloud, a Swiss television presenter and former fashion model. They married on December 15, 2009. Vuilloud gave birth to the couple's first child, a girl named Alexia, on February 12, 2010. On January 4, 2011, Swiss media reported that, according to Vuilloud, Wawrinka separated from the family to dedicate himself to tennis, having only five more years to make an impact. The couple has since reconciled.
In 2011, Wawrinka joined the administration council of ice hockey club Lausanne Lions, whose professional team currently plays in the Swiss National League B.
His hobbies include movies and music. He is good friends with fellow Swiss tennis player Roger Federer.
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