Somersault

16. Januar 2011

Day #2 on the slopes: Blaue Piste: erledigt. Rote Piste: erledigt. Schwarze Piste: überlebt. On my second day, I was able to manage the blue and red ski runs well, but I would consider my execution on the black run an act of mere survival. We continued to practice technique, and starting in the morning was rough, but at least it got better. Maintaining parallel skis is now at least a possibility, and when I can do so, turning goes much better. The problem is that even though I can, sometimes I don’t, and that’s when interesting things start to happen. Especially when it’s steep, and I’m a little nervous some very interesting things start to happen. Like sliding 50 feet down a black slope, getting turned around and ending with my head downhill and my skis over my head. The only way out was a back somersault. But really, most of the time, I’m feeling more and more confident, and loving the chance to learn so intensively. We’re skiing about 4-5 hours each day, and we work with the ski instructor (one of the teachers from our school in Dessau) for most of the time, so at the end of the day, we’re all spent.

At least I’m less tired today. However, I’m not any less hungry, which is good because you really need to be hungry to eat dinner here. The house where we’re staying is owned by a family, and every night they prepare dinner for us. It is perhaps some of the most fantastic food I’ve ever eaten in my life. Being veggie is not a problem; last night I even got cheese spaetzle made just for me. Needless to say, we are being fed well after a strenuous day. And dinner is in ten minutes…score!

Deine,
N*