Friday, 11 January 2013

BEADS SKIS! Week Six: Into the New Year with a splat

When I first arrived here I had the problem that I would hit my head about five times a day. I was unable to judge either the size or position of my head. Given, I was adjusting to a new habitat and ducking into a bunk bed was weird and sometimes still the top bunk is 3cm too low for my brain to comprehend. Every time I hit my head it swelled and got lumpy - thus causing more bashes because my skull became a ridiculous shape! (I have a helmet for skiing...)

THANKFULLY, I seem to have got over this painful period of adjustment. However, I seem to fall over a lot. Like, all the time:
Sometimes I fall when I'm carrying my cleaning bucket which is painful because the bucket it plastic.
Sometimes I fall when I'm carrying a couple of linen bags which weigh about 60kg each and if I'm quick and ninja I can position them to cushion my fall - that's really difficult to do.
Sometimes I fall when it's a countdown to 2013 and I'm running towards non-existent fireworks which I think are in a particular direction but are actually not and so decide to run around a roundabout at the centre of the high street covered in black ice surrounded by lots and lots of people.

- It didn't hurt at the time, and although my pride was protected by the mass round of applause I received, my hip was not, and now I have another massive bruise. Christmas day bruises are fading slowly...

So anyway, this week has been busy. Quelle surprise!!! Though there was a breakthrough with regards to my relationship with skiing; I did a bordercross run and loved it. Bit scary, bit fast, bit twisty, uppy, downy and loopy but super fun. That day a big group of us went over to Tignes and had a great few hours. I fell over twice but spread out like a starfish so managed to control the tumbling. It's been sunny for a good few days now which is obviously beaut but I think we're in need of some new snow because the roads look dirty and the pavements are squishy slushy.

Our kitchen window and balcony (which has a greater square area than my bedroom) look out onto le Face. I spend most of my time looking out and watching people ski down with grace. How do they make it look so easy dammit?!

I'm assisting the chef this week in prepping and serving dinner for 18 and working late into the evening. It should be cool, but how do I pour wine?! Glug.

Baileys for 3 Euros!? Yes, I will take that seasonnaire discount and abuse it. I have turned an aperitif into a standard bar drink and am happy to add several centimetres to the waistline at that price.
I think I ODed on Milka.
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