Sunday, December 16, the early opening of the ski slopes of Prali, daily at reasonable prices, I'll try to convince the board to snow, with me, inseparable Franceschigna.
Trauma # 1: THE LIFT.
A hive of people jostle for putting on their gear and evil vying to break into micropassaggio to be a slippery icy inchiappettare a chair that you arrive back at inhuman speed. Apart from that if you've never worn a table already some problems of coordination you've got it ... but other than that you have to challenge the rotating machine, passing first through the micro door and then position without falling to the exact point where the ' huge steel chair will strike you by surprise to make you fall back into its clutches and bring no escape to the top of the mountain. I remind the public that I also suffer from vertigo, so lonely, scared, with the board spenzolante attached to one foot (and I'm afraid to sit with his feet in the air because I'm terrified of losing her shoes), the completely cap pulled down over his eyes to avoid seeing the empty reaches the bottom mannikin shouting: "I do not know SCENDEREEEE" then threw me off the infernal machine rolling on the floor. Among the poor the same scene to which my boyfriend helped by a toothed abominable slams on his knee now winning a pair of lips to Julia Robert. The same scene, but no teeth will be repeated for all other lifts that are touched during the day ... but the last of the return that you have to do with the board in his hand! Imagine, he was already able to breathe so much to fight the blunders of the height! Yet the board in hand! tz '!
Trauma # 2: LA TABLE. Mission
a superhero, get off the cliffs with their feet stuck at 10 and 10. Your heroine chose to have them all in the ass dragging on the ground zoiberg style, but France has done better. First, the utter rejection, then the rethinking has led to me I was stalled for 30 minutes at one point, unable to move with Ivan and I was screaming to catch the people who I darted around. She, smarter, he decides to take off the table, but alas without thinking to stop it by hand, the fact is that I only had time to hear a " aaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaa aaaaaa " , turn around and see Franci sprawling slide to the bottom of the track chasing red table of the 100 € that would pay off if he lost. And so, while slumped in a lawn chair, determined to end his brief career as snowboarders, the legend of the girl slipped behind a table tumbling passed from mouth to mouth ...
While she was resting in the sun I continued to beat my sweet ass on the ground, blaming bad everywhere, hands, wrists, shoulders and tailbone.
CONCLUSION.
I must say that being prevented from helping the socialization, I met a lot of people prevented me how, I knew them rejecting other hand, others still shouting at me from the chair what to do (stemmerde), others I picked up from the ground full of good tips that disappeared half an inch later! Well, after hundreds of blows to the butt, a flight of an angel that has catapulted me to face in the snow and another flight where my knee has almost abandoned me I could do the trail twice throughout the day ( average length of the track: 10 minutes)! Remarkable! I have yet to figure out if I liked it, today I am a human wreck who can not even slicing a sandwich without almost crying for the pain in his arms and sneeze without feeling the pangs excruciating abdominal pain, then I look forward to resuming my physical faculties to figure out if I want try again ... until then do not try to convince me !!!!!!
last comic scene: A friend of ours called to ask timidly among which was .... Moments before this poor boy received a call from France, playing the wrong cell, where he heard her scream aiutoooooooooo, the voice of a man who shouted excitedly your head down! Your head down! and a dull background noise.
France, but have you been kidnapped?!
No, I'm skiing!
Gasp.
Ps.il subjects in the photo is the original.
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