Me. For being the worst blogger ever. Sorry about that. Sure, I could pull out the excuse that I've been too busy having amazing European adventures to sit down and write about them, but then I'd just be rubbing it in, and I don't want to do that. So I'll just launch into what I've been up to for, oh, the last month or so that you've been left in the dark.
A few weeks ago, my host family was kind enough to let me tag along on a trip to their chalet, or ski lodge, with them for a weekend of snow activity, in where else but the Swiss Alps. I got in some QT with the Matterhorn (slightly larger than Disneyland's version, and minus a rollercoaster), attempted to master the pole-between-the-legs lift on snowboard (not my favorite experience), and all-in-all just tried to appreciate the fact that I was skiing in the Swiss Alps, because who actually does that?! Following the long day of skiing we ate raclette, a traditional after-skiing dish in Switzerland consisting of melted cheese and potatoes, and soon after entered into a raclette coma, the direct result of the copious amounts of cheese and white wine consumed in combination with extreme bodily fatigue, for approximately the next 14 hours. Then repeated the experience the next day.
Now I know you're wondering. How did it compare to Colorado's slopes?! At risk of sounding snobby, I'll just say that I will be perfectly content snowboarding in the Rocky Mountains next winter. Although skiing may be the one thing that's actually cheaper in Switzerland than the US...Who would've thought?
In order to not overload you with information--after all, you're just getting used to me blogging again--I'm going to end this blog now and save the next installment (which will most likely be very soon) for all the exciting stories of my trip to Paris, Brussels, and Amsterdam!
On a completely unrelated note, my dad (briefly) admitted that I was more clever than him today, but then quickly took it back. I assume his friends following my blog will enjoy reading that. Also, don't tolerate him telling you he's "winning" too much. It's only okay when Charlie Sheen says it.
A few weeks ago, my host family was kind enough to let me tag along on a trip to their chalet, or ski lodge, with them for a weekend of snow activity, in where else but the Swiss Alps. I got in some QT with the Matterhorn (slightly larger than Disneyland's version, and minus a rollercoaster), attempted to master the pole-between-the-legs lift on snowboard (not my favorite experience), and all-in-all just tried to appreciate the fact that I was skiing in the Swiss Alps, because who actually does that?! Following the long day of skiing we ate raclette, a traditional after-skiing dish in Switzerland consisting of melted cheese and potatoes, and soon after entered into a raclette coma, the direct result of the copious amounts of cheese and white wine consumed in combination with extreme bodily fatigue, for approximately the next 14 hours. Then repeated the experience the next day.
Le Matterhorn!
Not as easy as it looks...Take my word for it.
Now I know you're wondering. How did it compare to Colorado's slopes?! At risk of sounding snobby, I'll just say that I will be perfectly content snowboarding in the Rocky Mountains next winter. Although skiing may be the one thing that's actually cheaper in Switzerland than the US...Who would've thought?
With my host sister, Nathalie
On a completely unrelated note, my dad (briefly) admitted that I was more clever than him today, but then quickly took it back. I assume his friends following my blog will enjoy reading that. Also, don't tolerate him telling you he's "winning" too much. It's only okay when Charlie Sheen says it.
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