I have new-found wisdom too: when in a foreign country, if native advice seems illogical, I probably missed something. This refers to the other day when my Swiss co-worker said that the weather wasn't going to be good for skiing this weekend.
Me: How could weather not be good for skiing?
Friend: Because it's going to snow.
Me: How is that bad?
Friend: Because you can't see so much.
So I decided my friend must not like getting snow in her eyes, but I have ski goggles and don't mind a few flakes, so I went anyway.
Apparently, the catch is that at alpine altitudes, you're actually *in* the clouds. So here is what alpine skiing looks like in the snow:
That photo, in fact, is during a very good moment - there are nearby skiers and a liftline. Most of the trail looked more like this:
And sometimes I didn't even have the benefit of one of those post-thingies. I ended up following a ski school down the mountain for safety - and I wasn't the only one!
So, I'm being melodramatic. It was still FANTASTIC. And after the usual aches and pains of a day skiing, I went to the fancy baths that are fed by natural hot springs, and let the jacuzzi bubbles wash over me. Wish I had photos of that; maybe I'll take some tomorrow.
Plus, I have a very cozy room at the end of the day! Isn't it cute?
That bed is actually miniature-sized; my feet tend to hang over the bottom! but the price was right, and it's a private room.
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