This past Saturday a group of us went to tear up the Swiss Alps. It could not have been a nicer day outside. The sun was shining and just enough snow was on the Alps to go skiing/snowboarding (or sledding if you didn't have enough in you to face the mountains). I, of course, definitely could not pass up the opportunity to ski in the Alps, especially since my dad has gone a few times a year.
By the time the train took us up to the top of the mountain and out on our first run it was already 10:30am and we only had 6 hours before we had to be back on the bus to head back to Freiburg. So the 8 brave skiers/snowboarders put our gear on and headed down our first slope. I was so excited to be here, in Switzerland on the Alps! Truly amazed by the view
When I started to ski down, I couldn't believe how fairly decent i was. (Note: The last time I skied was two years ago and have yet to make it to the Rockies let alone outside the Midwest.) Half way down the mountain though, I managed to already lose my group. I was too cautious about making sure not to lose control let alone lose my skiis that I lost site of the people I was with. At first I was like "oh no!" but then I figured it was actually better this way. Now I could go at my own pace and really take in the scenery around me on my own.
The rest of the day I managed to get eight runs in and take a break for some nice warm suppe. It was a day devoted all to me conquering the Alps (or maybe the Alps conquering me). Yes, I did wake up the next morning feeling a little bruised up and sore, but I do have to say I improved a lot on my last run down. I was finally able to not come close to falling. After a long day, I still managed to go out that night but slept the next day for a good ten hours.
So this takes you to the end of my weekend, the next time I will be writing to you will be about my weekend in Amsterdam, Netherlands. Can't wait!
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