My mind is pretty frazzled. Things got off to a rough start this morning when just as we were about to start our test, the power went out. We sat in darkness for nearly an hour before the lights finally came back on. Even though I didn't study, I still tried to answer the questions as best as I could. Typical Air Force questions have four multiple choice answers that can usually be narrowed down to two; but deciding between those two is a killer.
The Italian mid-term went much better. I forgot a few past participles of irregular verbs, but my pronunciation was spot on. As promised, here's the report I did on my family. First, in Italian:
La mia famiglia abita nel Kentucky. Mio padre si chiama Dennis e mia madre si chiama Kathleen. Loro sono sposati da quasi quaranta anni, e hanno due figli. Mio padre ha lavorato come engegnere, ma adesso e pensionato. A lui piace andare con la sua motocicletta e sciare. Mia madre lavora in una banca e le piace fare le spese ogni Sabato. Mio fratello si chiama Christopher e ha trentotto anni. Sua moglie si chiama Angie. Hanno due figli, Andrew e John. Mio fratello anche lavora come engegnere, e Angie i un'infermiera in un'ospedale. Non vado spesso nel Kentucky, ma i miei genitori arrivano in Italia in Maggio. Prevedo il loro arrivo.
Now in English:
My family lives in Kentucky. My father is named Dennis and my mother is named Kathleen. They have been married for almost forty years, and have two children. My father worked as an engineer, but is now retired. He likes to ride his motorcycle and ski. My mother works at a bank and likes to go shopping each Saturday. My brother is named Christopher and is 38 years old. His wife is named Angie. They have two children, Andrew and John. My brother also works as an engineer, and Angie is a nurse in a hospital. I don't visit Kentucky often, but my parents arrive in Italy in May. I anticipate their arrival.
So, yeah, it totally sounds like a little kid in the first grade giving a report to his class, but I guess that's an appropriate analogy. I did the best I could considering we haven't covered future-tense verbs and there's really no word in Italian for step-children.
Since Monday is a holiday, we won't have class, so I'll find out how I did on the mid-term next Thursday. As for my other test, I'll get my results when the promotion list comes out in June. But I'm not holding my breath.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Way Of The Dauber
Corey, Dan, and I all had today off work for various reasons, so last night, we decided to do something new. We went to Bingo Night at the Club on base. It was obvious we'd never been before, because everyone kept staring at us, and the ladies at the table next to ours had to repeat the instructions for each game. We cared less and less as the night went on due to a few pitchers of beer. Plus, both Corey and I won! (Not a whole lot, but enough to cover our entry fee and part of the beer.)
After the last game, we didn't feel like going home, so we went over to the bar to shoot a few games of pool. Despite the fact I grew up with a pool table in my basement, I never fail to amaze myself at how horrible I am.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Testing...One, Two
Today was my last real day of work this week. I basically just got lucky with how things worked out. I test for promotion on Thursday, and we have off the day before to study. After my test Thursday, I have the rest of the day off, and Friday is our squadron ski day. On top of that, Monday is President's Day, so I won't have to work again until Tuesday.
Coincidentally, Thursday night, I have my Italian mid-term. I know it's probably more important to study for my promotion, but to be honest, it's really not a big priority for me right now. I'd rather do well in Italian, and that's probably what I'll spend the bulk of my time studying. One part of my mid-term is to write a short essay about my family. Once I finish it, I'll post it on here, but be warned--when read in English, it sounds like a five-year-old wrote it.
Coincidentally, Thursday night, I have my Italian mid-term. I know it's probably more important to study for my promotion, but to be honest, it's really not a big priority for me right now. I'd rather do well in Italian, and that's probably what I'll spend the bulk of my time studying. One part of my mid-term is to write a short essay about my family. Once I finish it, I'll post it on here, but be warned--when read in English, it sounds like a five-year-old wrote it.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Don't Bring Me Down
I've been thinking a lot lately about my words and actions; specifically, about how I interact with those around me, and their influence over me. I have different circles of friends, and my behaviour is different in each one.
One such circle has a large percentage of negative people. They still make me laugh, and I think they mean well, but they tend to complain a lot and speak ill of others. After several hours of interaction, I feel my own thoughts gravitating toward bitterness and resentment. Last night it got so bad, I feigned illness and went home.
So I'm making a conscious effort to A) hang out a little less with these people, and B) try to be a more positive influence on them when we do hang out. I'm naturally an optimist, so I don't think it will be difficult. I just have to keep in mind who I'm dealing with and remind myself to think happy thoughts. I should probably hug people more, too. Just because.
One such circle has a large percentage of negative people. They still make me laugh, and I think they mean well, but they tend to complain a lot and speak ill of others. After several hours of interaction, I feel my own thoughts gravitating toward bitterness and resentment. Last night it got so bad, I feigned illness and went home.
So I'm making a conscious effort to A) hang out a little less with these people, and B) try to be a more positive influence on them when we do hang out. I'm naturally an optimist, so I don't think it will be difficult. I just have to keep in mind who I'm dealing with and remind myself to think happy thoughts. I should probably hug people more, too. Just because.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
When tin cans and a string just won't work
Back in the late 90s, when cell phones were first becoming popular, I was adamantly against them. I thought it was rude to talk on them in public, and swore I'd never be seen with one. I'd gotten by without one for so long, why bother? Things changed a bit when I got to Japan, where cell phones were easier and cheaper than land lines. Plus, I wasn't too keen on getting lost or stranded in the Japanese countryside with no way to contact anyone who didn't speak a foreign language. Since then, I haven't even bothered with getting a land line.
About a month ago, my phone started acting funny. I was getting a lot of audio feedback and the people to whom I was talking could barely hear me. Since then, things have gotten even worse. Last week, half the buttons stopped working, and last night, the display started cutting out. It's been five days since I've made an outgoing call, and it took me twenty minutes to send a text message yesterday. I didn't want to spend any money, but something had to be done.
This morning, I went to the Vodafone store hoping they could fix my old phone. I was relieved when the man told me it was still under warranty; however, it had to be sent away and could take up to a month to get it back. They didn't have any loner phones to use in the meantime, so my only option was to buy a new one. I picked the cheapest phone available that had all the stuff I needed, and it was still 119 Euro. It's a Nokia 7100 Supernova, and, oh yeah, it's hot pink.
About a month ago, my phone started acting funny. I was getting a lot of audio feedback and the people to whom I was talking could barely hear me. Since then, things have gotten even worse. Last week, half the buttons stopped working, and last night, the display started cutting out. It's been five days since I've made an outgoing call, and it took me twenty minutes to send a text message yesterday. I didn't want to spend any money, but something had to be done.
This morning, I went to the Vodafone store hoping they could fix my old phone. I was relieved when the man told me it was still under warranty; however, it had to be sent away and could take up to a month to get it back. They didn't have any loner phones to use in the meantime, so my only option was to buy a new one. I picked the cheapest phone available that had all the stuff I needed, and it was still 119 Euro. It's a Nokia 7100 Supernova, and, oh yeah, it's hot pink.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Dashed Hopes
My original plan was to drive to Pordenone during lunch today to the news stand that sells concert tickets. Unfortunately, the fire fighters broke a(nother) fire hydrant right at 11 AM, and we worked through lunch. So, as soon as work ended this evening, I zoomed there as fast as I could.
In my best Italian, I told the man I wanted a floor ticket to Madonna's show in Milan. Unfortunately, all the general admission floor tickets had sold out. However, there were tickets available for seats, which were further back and cost twice as much. I'll never understand why someone would want to sit through a Madonna show and pay twice as much to do so. I decided my best bet would be to forego this venture, but still hope that she might add a second show. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
In my best Italian, I told the man I wanted a floor ticket to Madonna's show in Milan. Unfortunately, all the general admission floor tickets had sold out. However, there were tickets available for seats, which were further back and cost twice as much. I'll never understand why someone would want to sit through a Madonna show and pay twice as much to do so. I decided my best bet would be to forego this venture, but still hope that she might add a second show. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
A Second Helping
Last week, Madonna announced she'll be coming through Europe again this summer, adding another leg to her Sticky & Sweet Tour. True, I saw her last year in Frankfurt, and even though the show itself was great, the experience in general was less so. This time, she'll be coming through Milan, Munich, and Ljubljana, three cities I can reach by train or car, and that are much easier to navigate. That's a pro, but a con is the slight chance I might be deployed by then. Tickets go on sale for the Milan show on Friday, and if they aren't too much, I'll probably have to go ahead and pick one up.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Plus Four
Joann re-enlisted this morning. She tried not to make a big deal out of it, but I know she was excited. Of course, she might have just been excited by the fact she's getting a healthy re-enlistment bonus. I'm just glad I'll have someone to hang with for a little longer.
Monday, February 02, 2009
Native Tongue
In the second half of "Me Talk Pretty One Day," David Sedaris talks about his move to Paris and the difficulties therein, many involving his quest to learn the French language. It's one of the more hysterical pieces of prose I've read, and after I finish this Italian class, I think I might go read it again, just because I'll be able to feel his pain on a more personal level.
Except for one very disastrous semester of German in college ("Mmmm, Herr Sutton! Late again, are we?"), I've never taken a foreign language before. The first semester of Italian wasn't too difficult since we just learned basic words and phrases and mostly imitated the instructor. This semester, however, is much more challenging. We're conjugating verbs and placing direct-object pronouns. Our Professoressa is not just teaching us the way things are said, she's teaching us why they're said that way. In a way, it's almost like learning English grammar all over again, as I have to mentally go back to Mrs. Gish's fourth grade class to remind myself what infinitives and past participles are. If you thought that stuff was confusing back then, imagine how much worse it is in another language.
This week, while doing my homework, I came across this in the book:
"The article is not used when a possessive adjective precedes a singular noun that refers to a relative. The article is used, however, if the noun referring to relatives is plural or if it is modified by an adjective or a suffix."
...and then my brain started bleeding.
Except for one very disastrous semester of German in college ("Mmmm, Herr Sutton! Late again, are we?"), I've never taken a foreign language before. The first semester of Italian wasn't too difficult since we just learned basic words and phrases and mostly imitated the instructor. This semester, however, is much more challenging. We're conjugating verbs and placing direct-object pronouns. Our Professoressa is not just teaching us the way things are said, she's teaching us why they're said that way. In a way, it's almost like learning English grammar all over again, as I have to mentally go back to Mrs. Gish's fourth grade class to remind myself what infinitives and past participles are. If you thought that stuff was confusing back then, imagine how much worse it is in another language.
This week, while doing my homework, I came across this in the book:
"The article is not used when a possessive adjective precedes a singular noun that refers to a relative. The article is used, however, if the noun referring to relatives is plural or if it is modified by an adjective or a suffix."
...and then my brain started bleeding.
Super Monday
The Super Bowl doesn't come on until midnight here, so the parties don't start until late. I napped all afternoon yesterday to help myself stay awake last night, and I think it worked pretty well.
Corey volunteered to host the party, and I showed up around 10. I brought a peanut butter cheesecake convered with a chocolate ganache. It was requested by Joann, and part of my job as the friend of the pregnant girl is to keep her cravings satisfied. There were plenty of snacks to keep our blood sugar up, thereby preventing anyone from dozing off too early.
The game itself was interesting enough. By the third quarter, I could tell everyone at the party just wanted it to end, but things got surprisingly exciting during the fourth quarter. It wasn't a full-on comeback, but we were glad we stayed awake until the end. The only real bummer was that we don't get to see any of the commercials over here.
As a morale booster (and possibly to avoid potential DUIs), it's customary to have late reporting on Monday. We don't have to be at work until noon, something of which I'm taking full advantage.
Corey volunteered to host the party, and I showed up around 10. I brought a peanut butter cheesecake convered with a chocolate ganache. It was requested by Joann, and part of my job as the friend of the pregnant girl is to keep her cravings satisfied. There were plenty of snacks to keep our blood sugar up, thereby preventing anyone from dozing off too early.
The game itself was interesting enough. By the third quarter, I could tell everyone at the party just wanted it to end, but things got surprisingly exciting during the fourth quarter. It wasn't a full-on comeback, but we were glad we stayed awake until the end. The only real bummer was that we don't get to see any of the commercials over here.
As a morale booster (and possibly to avoid potential DUIs), it's customary to have late reporting on Monday. We don't have to be at work until noon, something of which I'm taking full advantage.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Wallflowers
Last week, Shaun asked if I'd be interested in helping him out with a certain volunteer opportunity. It sounded like fun, so last night, I was a chaperone for the Aviano High School Winter Formal.
I was interested to see how much dances had changed since I was in high school. Not very much. There were still the various cliques--jocks, nerds, shoe-gazers, freaks, and ghetto-fabulous booty shakers. When the DJ would play a good song, the girls would run to the dance floor, followed reluctantly by the guys. They all seemed like good kids, and we didn't have any incidents at all.
Nearly everyone in Shaun's circle of friends was a chaperone, and since the high school here isn't very big, there were almost as many chaperones as students. We were encouraged to have a good time and dance and stuff, just as long as we made sure nothing too explicit was happening.
The dance ended at 11, and we were showing our age by frequently looking at our watches by 10. Still, it was a good time, and I'll rarely miss an opportunity to get on the floor and shake it. Even if most of the people there are half my age.
I was interested to see how much dances had changed since I was in high school. Not very much. There were still the various cliques--jocks, nerds, shoe-gazers, freaks, and ghetto-fabulous booty shakers. When the DJ would play a good song, the girls would run to the dance floor, followed reluctantly by the guys. They all seemed like good kids, and we didn't have any incidents at all.
Nearly everyone in Shaun's circle of friends was a chaperone, and since the high school here isn't very big, there were almost as many chaperones as students. We were encouraged to have a good time and dance and stuff, just as long as we made sure nothing too explicit was happening.
The dance ended at 11, and we were showing our age by frequently looking at our watches by 10. Still, it was a good time, and I'll rarely miss an opportunity to get on the floor and shake it. Even if most of the people there are half my age.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
A Total Blur
I had class last night. I don't normally have class on Fridays, but we needed a make-up session for the MLK holiday. Yesterday was a long day that capped off a long week, and the original plan was to go home after class, shower, and then go to Johnny's to hang out and watch a movie. A pretty mellow evening to relax and unwind. Well, things didn't exactly go as planned.
As soon as I walked out of class, Corey called and said everyone was going to a pool hall in Pordenone, including Johnny. I wasn't really in the mood to drink, but I agreed to go anyway. One thing led to another, and after several beers at the pool hall and several more at the Cal Bar, I ended up passing out on Corey's recliner.
I don't remember much of what happened inbetween, but I somehow managed to take this picture with my phone.
It's strange how the nights I plan on totally partying end up being so mellow; and the nights I want to chill end up being the nights I test my alcohol intake limits.
As soon as I walked out of class, Corey called and said everyone was going to a pool hall in Pordenone, including Johnny. I wasn't really in the mood to drink, but I agreed to go anyway. One thing led to another, and after several beers at the pool hall and several more at the Cal Bar, I ended up passing out on Corey's recliner.
I don't remember much of what happened inbetween, but I somehow managed to take this picture with my phone.
It's strange how the nights I plan on totally partying end up being so mellow; and the nights I want to chill end up being the nights I test my alcohol intake limits.
Friday, January 30, 2009
All The Single Ladies
Jake left today for two months of training in the States. He'll be back for a couple weeks in April, and then he's off to Iraq for a year. Joann would be totally okay with this if it weren't for one rather major factor--she's pregnant. It wasn't really a big surprise, and they kinda knew what they were getting into even after Jake knew he was leaving. They've just decided to try to handle things as best as they can, and I'm really happy for them.
Since Joann and I share an office, we've developed a pretty solid friendship, and I know she'll be relying on me quite a bit over the next year. I'm more than willing to help out any way I can, but if I have to hear one more time about how she constantly has to pee, she's gonna have to drive herself to the hospital when she goes into labour.
Since Joann and I share an office, we've developed a pretty solid friendship, and I know she'll be relying on me quite a bit over the next year. I'm more than willing to help out any way I can, but if I have to hear one more time about how she constantly has to pee, she's gonna have to drive herself to the hospital when she goes into labour.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Steal My Sunshine
Remember the Great Sunglass Caper of 07? Well, ever since then, I've been on the lookout for a pair of sunglasses that compare to the ones so horribly taken from me. How fortunate that I'm in Italy, where everyone is obsessed with fashion, and there's a sunglass boutique on nearly every corner. The only problem is I'd rather not pay 400 Euro for them.
Lately, I've had my eye on a certain pair of Prada aviators I found in Pordenone, but I've been waiting until after Christmas to see if they go on sale. Somehow, the stars have aligned in my favour, and while Jason and I were strolling around downtown on Saturday, I saw them with a little 50% off tag attached. I haven't afforded myself many luxuries lately as I'm trying to save money for summer travel, but sometimes you just need to splurge. I'm sure you'll see a picture of me in them eventually, but for now, they're sitting on my dresser, and I anticipate a long, happy life together.
Lately, I've had my eye on a certain pair of Prada aviators I found in Pordenone, but I've been waiting until after Christmas to see if they go on sale. Somehow, the stars have aligned in my favour, and while Jason and I were strolling around downtown on Saturday, I saw them with a little 50% off tag attached. I haven't afforded myself many luxuries lately as I'm trying to save money for summer travel, but sometimes you just need to splurge. I'm sure you'll see a picture of me in them eventually, but for now, they're sitting on my dresser, and I anticipate a long, happy life together.
Monday, January 26, 2009
For My Peeps At The IRS
For a lot of people, tax season is a dreaded time of year, but I'm kinda the opposite. As soon as my W-2 is available, I fill out my forms. Every year the government takes out too much, and every year I get a healthy return. Even if I didn't get anything back, it wouldn't bother me to pay taxes. Maybe I'm just naive, but I have faith in our government that my money is going where it should be going, even if I'm not a fan of everything it's supporting. Potholes and public schools--great. Pointless wars and corporate bailouts--not so much.
This year, I took somewhat of a risk when itemising my deductions. I'm still a little bitter about the whole truck shipment fiasco, so when I got to the part about moving expenses, I claimed it. It's something I was authorised and for which I was not reimbursed; plus, I have all forms and receipts, so I don't really see a problem with it. The way it worked out, I'm still not getting back the entire amount, but a little restitution is better than none at all. I'll just be crossing my fingers for the next couple years that I don't get audited.
This year, I took somewhat of a risk when itemising my deductions. I'm still a little bitter about the whole truck shipment fiasco, so when I got to the part about moving expenses, I claimed it. It's something I was authorised and for which I was not reimbursed; plus, I have all forms and receipts, so I don't really see a problem with it. The way it worked out, I'm still not getting back the entire amount, but a little restitution is better than none at all. I'll just be crossing my fingers for the next couple years that I don't get audited.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Old Folks At Home
It's funny how our weekend nights have gotten into somewhat of a routine. Friday is the drink-and-party night, and Saturday is the chill out night. Sure, there are exceptions, but this weekend wasn't one of them. After going out for pizza Friday night, we hit up the Bicycle Bar in Sacile and then the Cal Bar in Aviano. Last night, I went over to Jenny and Johnny's for dinner and movie watching.
Sunday evening is kind of a prep time. I like to make sure everything is in order before I go to bed. My house needs to be clean. My dirty laundry basket needs to be empty. My lunches for the week need to be prepared. My homework needs to be done. If any of these criteria is lacking, I can't sleep well.
Corey, however, doesn't really fall into this. He has to cram as much excitement into the weekend as possible. He dropped by J & J's last night, but only long enough to eat, before he was out the door to hit up another bar. There's nothing wrong with that, but I like my time off to be equal parts excitement and relaxation. Maybe I'm just getting old, but I happen to enjoy a night in from time to time.
Sunday evening is kind of a prep time. I like to make sure everything is in order before I go to bed. My house needs to be clean. My dirty laundry basket needs to be empty. My lunches for the week need to be prepared. My homework needs to be done. If any of these criteria is lacking, I can't sleep well.
Corey, however, doesn't really fall into this. He has to cram as much excitement into the weekend as possible. He dropped by J & J's last night, but only long enough to eat, before he was out the door to hit up another bar. There's nothing wrong with that, but I like my time off to be equal parts excitement and relaxation. Maybe I'm just getting old, but I happen to enjoy a night in from time to time.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Preventing A Potential International Incident
Joann has been in Italy for a few years now, and she's just about had her fill of it. She thinks everything is too inconvenient, and doesn't like the Italians, especially the women. There have been a few times over the past few weeks that I almost had to step in to keep her from getting in shouting matches with Italian ladies in various offices around base. It's almost comical.
I guess I haven't been soured on the Italians yet. I'll agree that they're a very arrogant people, but they also have a lot to be proud of. I find most Italians to be fun-loving and gracious, especially if you're willing to meet them half-way on the language barrier. The old man at the filling station near my house smiles when he sees me and always compliments me when my pronunciation is correct.
Maybe after a few years, I'll have the same attitude as Joann, but I doubt it. There's so much to learn about this country and it's people, and I'm worried I won't be able to experience it all. You can bet I'm going to try, though.
I guess I haven't been soured on the Italians yet. I'll agree that they're a very arrogant people, but they also have a lot to be proud of. I find most Italians to be fun-loving and gracious, especially if you're willing to meet them half-way on the language barrier. The old man at the filling station near my house smiles when he sees me and always compliments me when my pronunciation is correct.
Maybe after a few years, I'll have the same attitude as Joann, but I doubt it. There's so much to learn about this country and it's people, and I'm worried I won't be able to experience it all. You can bet I'm going to try, though.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Brain Stew
I just got home from my first session of Italian 112. As I left the building, all I could think was, "Holy Shit." This is not going to be an easy class.
I have a different instructor this time, a 50-ish attractive lady named Stefania. Her syllabus includes random quizzes and detailed writing assignments. She speaks better English than Signore Muscinelli did, and I think she'll be able to teach me a lot.
I spent most of the class frantically taking notes, a little intimidated that everyone else seemed to be keeping up fine. Luckily, there are only nine people in my class, as opposed to 25 last time. Also, this class only meets twice a week, so each session is two hours and forty minutes.
I'm hoping that everything I learned last summer will come rushing back, but if not, I'm totally prepared to spend my weekends studying. It's gonna be a rough ride, but I'm not about to give up.
I have a different instructor this time, a 50-ish attractive lady named Stefania. Her syllabus includes random quizzes and detailed writing assignments. She speaks better English than Signore Muscinelli did, and I think she'll be able to teach me a lot.
I spent most of the class frantically taking notes, a little intimidated that everyone else seemed to be keeping up fine. Luckily, there are only nine people in my class, as opposed to 25 last time. Also, this class only meets twice a week, so each session is two hours and forty minutes.
I'm hoping that everything I learned last summer will come rushing back, but if not, I'm totally prepared to spend my weekends studying. It's gonna be a rough ride, but I'm not about to give up.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Caffeine-Induced Booty Shakin'
Last night, my house was full of friends who ate my cheesecake. I knew I'd put too much coffee in it when, shortly after we finished, things evolved into a big dance party in my living room.
I've never seen anyone do the worm as well as Ryan. Unfortunately, I don't have any video. You'll just have to take my word for it.
It was a super-fun night that went much later than I thought it would. Cheyenne and Shaun are in Spain this weekend for a conference, and I took them to the airport this morning. We weren't thinking about waking up early while we were dancing around last night, but sometimes it's worth it to get only three hours of sleep.
I've never seen anyone do the worm as well as Ryan. Unfortunately, I don't have any video. You'll just have to take my word for it.
It was a super-fun night that went much later than I thought it would. Cheyenne and Shaun are in Spain this weekend for a conference, and I took them to the airport this morning. We weren't thinking about waking up early while we were dancing around last night, but sometimes it's worth it to get only three hours of sleep.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Mostly Cloudy With A Chance Of Running Face-First Into A Tree
Finally, I got a chance to hit the slopes. Yesterday morning, a group of us went up to Piancavallo, a small resort only 30 minutes away. It was overcast in the valley, but we were hopeful the weather would be better up top. When we finally got to the summit, we were thrilled to see blue skies.
It's sad that such a nice area is so close, and it took me this long to finally ride there. Since it wasn't an Italian holiday, there weren't very many people on the mountain.
It's been pretty cold around here lately, so the snow was nice and powdery. Unfortunately, the clear weather didn't last long, and clouds began rolling in.
Dan wasn't exactly a very experienced boarder, and spend most of the day sliding down the mountain on his butt. We all still had a great time, though.
There were some really nice runs, and it wasn't too expensive, either. Despite the patches of dense fog, I felt really good about my day. Now, I can't wait to go again.
It's sad that such a nice area is so close, and it took me this long to finally ride there. Since it wasn't an Italian holiday, there weren't very many people on the mountain.
It's been pretty cold around here lately, so the snow was nice and powdery. Unfortunately, the clear weather didn't last long, and clouds began rolling in.
Dan wasn't exactly a very experienced boarder, and spend most of the day sliding down the mountain on his butt. We all still had a great time, though.
There were some really nice runs, and it wasn't too expensive, either. Despite the patches of dense fog, I felt really good about my day. Now, I can't wait to go again.
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