Work and Play

Last weekend Domi and I went skiing. Well, I went skiing and Domi went snowboarding.

It. Was. Awesome.

The first day we went to a ski slope not far from our apartment (a half an hour away) because we got sort of a late start and decided to see what the place nearby was like. We made the mistake of getting on the first ski-lift we encountered after riding an 'egg' up the mountain. We should not have done so. It was made 1. for skiers, and 2. for GOOD skiers. Although Domi fared better than I did, he didn't stay up continuously for long. As far as I was concerned, however... well. Let's just say it had been over two years since I last went skiing, and it showed. I made it down the freakishly steep first leg of the slope, only to need to stop and release the buckles on my boots.

I thought they would need to amputate.

Okay, yes, I exaggerate, but my boots were tighter than any ski-boots I've ever worn before (and that is NOT an exaggeration) and after that first bit of the slope, I was in P-A-I-N.

But I kept it up and made it down the entire slope. Once down there I said, "Woo hoo!' to Domi and bid him enjoy his next run.

I would wait where I was.

I was all set to take the 'egg' back down to the car, when we realized that we hadn't actually made it all the way down the slope. This ended up being a really great thing, because I made it all the way down in one piece, and actually really truly enjoyed myself. My calves didn't hurt quite as much, and the slope was much gentler.

I like the baby slopes. I like going slowly, letting people pass and watching them fall... Yes, I know. I'm evil.

But I do enjoy skiing, and I enjoy skiing slowly. So sue me.

We went to another ski station the following day, and that particular day of skiing was MUCH more successful. It was such great fun that I think we'll be spending this coming weekend on the slopes yet again. Wee!





In other news, I am officially legal here. I have my permesso di soggiorno and my codice fiscale, which are both necessary for me to live and work here. Woot!

So. Things are good. The struggle was long and hard, but is now over. We won.

Jazz Hands.