Over a bottle of wine, many a friend is found. – Yiddish proverb
We celebrated this past weekend. Not because it was Lunar New Year, but because it was our first ski trip of the season AND I got to do it with my awesome coworkers. Every year, my company rents condos for a weekend of (drunken) bonding. What sane person would turn down the slope-side location, free housing and the opportunity to sleep in very close confines with his/her coworkers?
With this winter being unusually warm, NB and I hadn’t been able to ski at all last December. Every winter, I look forward to hurtling down shimmering white hills with the cold wind grasping at me and my lungs filled with crisp, cold air. As my skiing improves every year, I am starting to crave the speed that is egged on by confidence, and the swoosh swoosh of carving down a monstrous trail brings on a huge endorphin rush.