Remember That Time I Learned How To Ski?
It was epic. Language barrier aside (these were Austrian ski instructors), I was terrified of running into a tree or a small child, and fear is not your pal when you’re going full throttle downhill with fiberglass strapped to your feet.
Thankfully, I am much better this year. I’m currently on my second day in Zermatt, Switzerland and my first day of ski school, that place where the roomie sends me when he’s had enough of my bunny slope nonsense. This time around, I have no concerns about getting stranded on a black piste and being left to die, yet I still don’t entirely understand or appreciate why people go skiing. The Alps are scenic, sure, and skiing is a fantastic work-out, no doubt, but why not go for a nice walk or an ill-fated sled ride instead? You’d get the same benefits while virtually eliminating the risk of being run into by uncoordinated petite Asian women making high-pitched noises.
