Back when I was in France, I made a life decision. I decided that skiing was not for me and I was never going to do it again. I believed I had the right to make this decision because I had given skiing a fair shot: I had been four times, and three of them were terrifying and miserable. The one time I enjoyed it, I was 12 years old, so it didn't count.
But Carina's Leysin friends were all going skiing, and Carina said she doesn't really like skiing either, and that we could just go on the easy slopes. So I went skiing yesterday, in the Alps. The Alps! And we stayed on the easy slopes and it was actually fun! Not so fun that I'm rushing back to Seattle to buy my own skis and a season's pass, but fun. Not to mention beautiful. We had lunch in a shack on the edge of a cliff with a view of a gorgeous valley down below. It was stunning. Considering the fact that I've only skied a few times, I certainly have skied in the right places. The Pyrenees, the Alps. Okay, less so Steven's Pass, but I've hit the major mountain ranges. Now I just need someone to invite me to their home in Aspen and somehow convince me to ski the Rockies.
The weather has been really gorgeous since I got here, but today, clouds rolled in, and now it's snowing (though not sticking). It's funny because the slopes here are supposed to close on Sunday, and they're supposed to get a bunch of snow on Sunday night. Too bad!
This afternoon, I head to Lyon, France, which isn't far from Geneva. I get to hang out with Izzi for the next couple days! And speak French! I'm so excited!