The bright red light of the alarm clock flashes 7:00 in my face. Although it’s very early my brain refuses to feel drowsy as it is used to the time back home, 9:00. My aunt is still dreaming away in the other bed as I creep out of my room, following the scent of coffee. My aunt and uncle are calmly sitting on the couch, sipping away at their coffee as my eyes are blinded by the light reflected in the powder snow. Good mornings are exchanged as I make my breakfast. I realize that now is the only time for peace and quiet until my three cousins, all under the age of five, start running around the house in an attempt to escape ski school. Family members begin to file out of their rooms and the standard questions about last night’s snowfall proceed. The young ones start screaming, mostly the one not even twelve months old but also the one almost two. The clanking of boots against cold brick and jackets fill my ears as the rush for ski school starts. The eerie silence fills the room after the last person files out.
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After ordering our food, the conversation starts, “We did hanging valley this morning it was really nice,” says my uncle. “I bet all the powder was nice. We did all of the Bern. Mostly groomers,” says my grandfather. After a warm lunch that gave energy to get us through the rest of the day, we head back out on the tracked snow. I frown realizing that I only have two or three hours left in the ski day. The skis are gathered and bindings are clicked on and the journey down begins again. After many runs and laughs we finally arrive back at the condo. The exhaustion sweeps over everyone as they stretch over the couch and hover above food. The exhausted children file back in and are quickly energized after a snack. The rest of the afternoon is spent taking showers and laying around in our own exhaustion. The next day will be a repeat as a schedule has been formed for only this
After ordering our food, the conversation starts, “We did hanging valley this morning it was really nice,” says my uncle. “I bet all the powder was nice. We did all of the Bern. Mostly groomers,” says my grandfather. After a warm lunch that gave energy to get us through the rest of the day, we head back out on the tracked snow. I frown realizing that I only have two or three hours left in the ski day. The skis are gathered and bindings are clicked on and the journey down begins again. After many runs and laughs we finally arrive back at the condo. The exhaustion sweeps over everyone as they stretch over the couch and hover above food. The exhausted children file back in and are quickly energized after a snack. The rest of the afternoon is spent taking showers and laying around in our own exhaustion. The next day will be a repeat as a schedule has been formed for only this