peddling my services: memories from steamboat springs.

i love staying in a ski resort.

i love that for 10 days, you belong to this small town where everyone knows everyone else (a novelty for a city girl), and free bus rides are provided around town (ditto).

and i love that for this short period of time, all you do is eat, ski / ride, watch tv, and sleep.

i love the trips we make to the huge supermarkets with not bottles, but buckets of peanut butter for sale, to buy enough food to last us for the week.

and i love my elder brother, who is an amazing cook, for whipping up meal...

after meal...

after meal of delicious dishes to keep us all happy and full.

i love the skiing.

(nothing, and i mean NOTHING prepares you for the agony of squeezing your feet into those tight-fitting ski boots.)

(but it won't be long before you get used to that painfully numb feeling, and start enjoying the feeling of zooming around in your skis.)

(an apprehensive look at the slope we're about to conquer.)

but i love the riding so much more.

(pre-fracture - with a big smile.)

(post-fracture - less smiles, less confidence, and with a much more cautious stance.)

and of course, i love love love the beautiful, beautiful snow scenery which you will never see here in the lion city (not even at our infamous snow city).

i love the new friends that we make.

(axel, our austrian ski instructor who's always shouting "hey! i'm the old man here!" whenever i want to take a break. i swear, he is a slave-driver. but he's such a hilarious person.)

(and there's todd, our southern riding instructor who's all about sharing the love of snowboarding and music from his side of the world. he's grown very weary of seeing ski patrol snowmobiles zoom past him whenever i disappear for short periods of time. i'd like to think i'm his star student - two trips on the ski patrol snowmobile in four days! that HAS to be a new record.)

and finally, i love the wacky, paris-hilton-esque photos you take whilst on holiday.