You Just Don’t Pass That Up

15. Januar 2011

Seriously. You just don’t pass up a chance to go skiing in the Italian Alps for a week. You just don’t. And so here I am, a 10-hour bus ride later in a cozy ski-house in Lappach, relaxing in bed after my first day on the slopes.

Every year the 11th grade students at the Gymnasium where I work have the chance to attend “Ski School” as part of the Abitur P.E. class, and I’ve elected to join them. If you’re thinking, “Wait, I didn’t know N* skied,” no worries, you haven’t missed anything. For someone whose family lives in Colorado and enjoys outdoor sports, it’s remarkable that I’ve only downhill skied once before this. I went five years ago with my high school orchestra senior year and was enamored with the speed of it. Ever since I’ve been lobbying for another chance, and here it just fell into my lap. Not to mention the fact that I don’t think I could pass up a trip to the Alps, no matter what the activity.

Skiing today was as good as I remembered, and I am studying along with the middle group, so I’d say I’m doing pretty well for my second time ever on skis. We’ll see if they just can’t make a “Profi” (what the German students jokingly call their best skiers) out of me by the end of the week!

Deine,
N*