I guess that while I was at the snow it's not that I learned things, exactly. More like things I already knew became identified, realised. Much like the theory of the snow plough/pizza slice shape one must make with their skis to stop, which I had long known but never done until last week, I feel like many things made this same transition from theory to reality.
They still listen to Pearl Jam
We had a coffee at the bottom of one of the runs at this 'Bavarian Beer Hall'. It is just a place with that name. It sells beer. It has a confused identity. It has a mountain theme, you can tell by the deer heads and horns on the wall. It sells food, fish and chips, burgers, pizzas.
Yes, they have a traditional Bavarian pizza. And they have red and white check table cloths. Don't they know that means Italian?!
When we were leaving they started playing Pearl Jam. It really made sense to me. Pearl Jam seems the exact music that snow sport enthusiasts listen too. A few days later I heard a cover band playing late '90s Foo Fighters. Of course.
Yes, they have a traditional Bavarian pizza. And they have red and white check table cloths. Don't they know that means Italian?!
When we were leaving they started playing Pearl Jam. It really made sense to me. Pearl Jam seems the exact music that snow sport enthusiasts listen too. A few days later I heard a cover band playing late '90s Foo Fighters. Of course.
Snow chains are really important
When you see the sign that tells you to put your snow chains on and then you see snow, put your snow chains on. Maybe you will think everything is ok, then hit a slippery spot, then have someone pull the handbrake in panic, then the car could do a 180 turn into, thank god not off the, side of the mountain. Anything could happen without snow chains. Use them.
Learning a new skill is awesome
It's not really that often that I learn a new skill. I wish it happened more because it is awesome. I only skied for two days. Lesson day then one more day. That second day I was by myself. And I forgot my gloves. In the first hour I fell over and my hands were freezing and skiing seemed boring. Then I had a coffee and went back for more. By the end of the day I could manoeuvre around all the people and not fall over and I felt so great. I kept saying to myself, 'This will be my last run,' but then I would have all this fun and I would keep going back for more! It's not like I can ski good or anything, just better than before and it is so exciting. I want more new skills.
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