I am POOPED after my very first day of snowboarding at the small Savoie-Alps resort of Valmorel. Unfortunately, I couldn't bring my camera with me up to the slopes (it's too bulky, not to mention I would have fallen on it multiple times), but my friend who came with me took some pictures that I hope to post soon.
We had a 4:30am wake up call this morning, which is earlier than I ever hope to wake up ever again. Fortunately, adrenaline overpowered fatigue as I learned the basics with my instructor Sebastien during my morning lesson. He's only 21 and has been teaching snowboarding and skiing for 4 years! He also has really pretty eyelashes, but I digress...
The most traumatizing part was getting up the teleski - not a ski-lift, but the mini lift that you but between your legs to go up short distances. While I got it right the very first time, the next four times saw me face first in the snow. Strangely, both in skiing and in snowboarding, I have a lot of trouble turning left (à la Zoolander), so during my solo practice on the baby slope in the afternoon, there was a lot of turning right, falling, getting back up, and turning right again going on. All that physical activity was made a lot harder by the blazing sun, which provided a gorgeous view of the mountains (and also a lot of sweaty ski gear). We were so lucky to have such good weather.
I am proud to say that on my very last trip down the bunny hill, I made it all the way without falling. That put me in a good mood heading back to our bus (also helped by a delicious dark chocolate crêpe). Now, however, I am bruised all over and am doubtful that I will ever be able to get myself out of bed.
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