When you move to Canada, you should try all the winter
sports like skating, hockey, whatever includes snow, and of course skiing.
So 8 weeks ago, 3 out of 4 never tried to ski before, and
the last one did it 20 years ago.
So there we were on the mountain, all members of the ski
school (some Penguins, some Zebras and some Explosions). We were ready to
rock-n-roll.
Wait, how do we put those shoes on? Maybe we should start
with that.
Getting the basics fast, we have started to ski. First on a “bunny
hill”, as they call it. That took a whole lesson to get used to. So slowly,
Morten and I, got higher and higher, steeper and steeper. It took some of us 2
lessons to realize how fun it was, some almost 6.
Our teacher was so great, she just took us where ever she
thought we were ready for. Right, she thought we were ready for. How about us,
did she think about us? Personally, I have faced my biggest fears before
skiing, realizing how “chicken” I was, that the hill was not that steep but the
fright was all in my head.
Back to the hill. Why going slowly down and learning the
technical stuff, one just waves to your own 4 year old one, who slides
naturally down with jumps on a way. Damp it, why is it that easy for them.
Anyway, all of us graduated. All are allowed to come back
and ski, some more places than others. But just to see Mortens face of
achievement of skiing on a Black diamond was priceless, seeing David and Masha
having fun and not being afraid, and looking at myself and be surprised with my
results makes me want to continue doing that again next year and years to come.
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