So after a year where I have picked every expensive hobby I could imagine, I am finishing off my year away by learning to ski.
A no better time to head to the mountains that when we are going through a wave of Siberian weather. Why do we do this? A recurrent question this year, but could not help to wonder while I was waiting for the Maria and Pablo in the street and it was -6 degrees.
On our way to the ski resort we went down a valley that was at -17 degrees!!!
As always I have struggled with this skiing thing, I am so clumpsy, but I am hoping that next weekend we will go again, and I will take another lesson and I should improve a bit.
One thing that drives me absolutely potty is to see the 4 year olds skiing better than me...then again anyone does it better than me!!!
Anyway, at least I will be topping up my tan doing this