But there were some good momemts too, believe it or not. I enrolled in snowboarding school for 5 days, 3 hours each day. It was really hard, but by the end of it I was shocked by my own ability. I can snowboard. Me, the sun-worshiping, snow-hating, Arizona kid. I am actually competent with my feet straped into a board. Who'da thunk it, right? That's what a year abroad can do to you I guess.
It was freezing up there, freezing! I'm talking like 3 degrees fahrenheit people. But I could see the Matterhorn from my window, and when the sun shone, it was incredibly beautiful. Beauty however, does not make it any less cold.I spent the majority of the week in the bathroom. Either because my body did not take to the height at all, or it could have been due to a small case of salmonella. Who knows, either way it was a bummer. I was lucky enough though that the episodes only ever came after snowboarding. I never had any kind of incident during my course or anything, which I will forever be thankful for. I mean can you imigane, there I am flying down mountain and then... you know what I'm saying.
I never thought I would really like snowboarding, but I was pleasantly suprised. It makes a big difference when you can actually do it. Once I got it down it was fun and I would like to go again sometime, just not for a straight week. My host family is obsessed. They went two weeks straight just about everyday and my host brother still tries to go every couple weekends. They're crazy, I tell you. At breakast this morning I was trying to convince them to go to Jamacia or the Bahamas next year instead. They wouldn't hear of it. How could life go on without two weeks of skiing or snowboaring? I ensured them it could, but they didn't believe me. As if I'm not living proof.
By now that I can snowboard if anybody wants to go next year, let's make a date!