I went skiing in a pretty big resort in Clusaz with my dad and his co-workers today! It's about 45 minutes from his apartment in Annecy. (And this video is where I, unsuccessfully, tried to spray my dad with powder. Except that I was too concerned with falling on my face and having one ski end up over my head, since this was the first red run of the day.)
It's been about six years since the last time I went
Lunch was amazing. I had white wine, salad, salmon and a baked potato on a redwood plank instead of a plate. I guess it's a little better than the cafeteria hotdogs, chowder and hamburgers/fries they serve in American lodges. I'm really sad we didn't get any pictures to do this justice, but in France skiing is really unlike what we're used to in the U.S. For example, I noticed on the first time up the lift that there were about six or seven restaurants along the way. And that was only a small, green slope! Imagine how many more must have been up higher. Not to mention the fact that every single one was packed! There were probably more people sitting down eating than there were on the hill.
And can we say "Lawsuit waiting to happen"? The second-most common way to get up the mountain is by the "tire-fesses," which is probably my favorite French word, ever. It literally means "butt pull." The device is basically a long rod with a circular seat at the end that you put between your legs. In the up-right standing position, you literally are pulled from the butt-region up the hill.
Ridiculous!
As soon as I can stop being so nervous about falling, I would definitely like to do this again here.
4 comments:
yeah, yeah, skiing and stuff's cool, but sudoku in pen? seriously. congratulations.
Way to go! Two biggies in one day!
They both intimidate me, so that makes you my hero.
I don't know if you guys are being serious, or viciously mocking me, so I'll take the former ;)
I wish vacation was longer. I assume that you, like me, return to the classroom on Monday! How long until the April break?
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