Go Big AND Go Home!

Wow - can you tell that I am spending a lot of time at my computer -- and trying to procrastinate? I feel like I have posted more in the last three days than in the entire semester.

Yesterday we were driving up a mountain in a van load of people to go skiing/snowboarding for the afternoon in the Transylvanian Alps. We were discussing that fact (the alps) when someone mentioned that this was quite a way to begin my adventures in skiing. Being as it was my first time. Corrina, in the back seat, said "Go big or Go home". I am planning on both. hahaha. I think that is fun.
So.....I have always been looking for that one thing that I am a "natural" at. That thing that as soon as I start, my first try, everything just comes naturally. The feat that I was just made for. As I put on my ski boots I could tell right away that there was no way in heck this was going to be it. My calves are still sore from those silly boots.
Well, I put my boots on and walked up to the cabana with my skis and poles and really got ready to go - though I was not so sure I wanted to still do this. Two things about skiing on straja I feel like I should mention here because, apparently (not that I would really know), these things are different than other places. 1) the ski life wasn't a seat it was this metal disc that you stuck between your legs and pulled you up on a cable like a pulley. 2) The snow we skiied on was about an inch thick...seriously, it was basically Ice. I am told that in the states there are often people working on the snow, fixing this, apparently they even make their own snow. This was not the case yesterday.
So, It only took me about 20 minutes to figure out how to get my ski's on - with the help of two other people. Then, I had to ski about 20 feet down to the ski life. Good Practice. At falling. I moved about two inches before my first fall. I have decided that falling isn't so bad, its the getting up part that hurts the most (maybe thats a metaphor for life...but, I am just thinking about skiing here). I gave up on learning to get up right there because there were many people careening down the slope around me. So, I took of my ski's and walked to the lift. I was quite nervous getting on the lift...there were two guys that helped you on and I already decided I didn't like them. However, when I got there one of the guys wound up being Marian - my host sisters boyfriend/fiance ( I say fiance being as he is building her a house). After laughing with him about how ridiculous I looked and scared I was...he put me on the lift.
Ok- this life felt a lot like I would imagine water skiing to feel like. It just pulls you and you just hold on and try to keep your balance. Well, one of my ski's moved which then made the disc slip to my knees. I was then forced into a bent over position - 90 degrees - thinking I was going to fall flat on my face (nothing new). I decided to try and get the disc back up...but, then realized that everytime you moved your leg the ski moved too. Hmmm...who would of thought? SO, I wound up falling of the lift before the top. When you can't even get the life part right, you know skiing is not your best sport.
Davia was behind me and she stopped, we walked over to the other, flatter side of the mountain and put my ski's back on.
This was just the beginning. There were very many more adventures of me falling - then Marian coming to help me ski - and me falling - and me falling - and me looking at the beautiful scenery (not sure if I have ever seen something so beautiful) and then falling. In the end, I did skii down one of the smaller hills 3 times, pretty successfully...only falling at the end.
I am a little sore today because of all this...
but, it was well worth it!