posted June 29, 2015 06:44 PM            

When I was about 17 I went on a school ski-ing trip to some place in the Italian Alps. The altitude was very high which made you breathe fast. I wasn't too bad for my first time although on one occasion I was heading down a rather iced over slope using the beginner's "triangle" position (not a sexy look really). I couldn't stop due to the ice so made a rather uncool finale to my descent by ploughing into a restaurant, much to the amusement of the busy town. Apart from that one hiccup, it was quite a fun trip, plus we managed to pick up a couple of Italian locals "apres-ski".

The second year I returned for another trip. They had expected you to have improved since the previous trip (which I hadn't). Parallel ski-ing was beyond me, plus I kept falling over on those bumps while everyone else elegantly flew over them. My friend broke her leg and then... horror story! My toenails were so bruised from the ill-fitting boots we were given, I had to visit an Italian doctor and 3 rather enthusiastic surgeons gathered in the room and proceeded to rip off my big toe-nails. I was screaming (from the shock mostly) whilst they giggled at my predicament.

That was the last time I ever ventured onto the ski slopes.

Italian cake anyone?

posted June 29, 2015 07:32 PM            

Omg, soooooooo good!!!

I don't have any skiing stories though. I just came for cake.