Bustin' some (knee) caps

As you may or may not know, I've been snowboarding regularly since I got back from Christmas break. I really don't know why it took me until now to figure out that it was fun, but I think that I had a not so great first time experience that I needed some time to forget. At the late King's Day party I had the Friday after King's Day, we decided that a group of us was going to go on Sunday to Axamer-Lizum, and I would try to snowboard again.

It was my friend Marie's first time on a snowboard, and she was a bit nervous after she ended up on top of the ski school here after her first day of skiing. Her boyfriend Hans was helping her out, and I kept encouraging them just to go to the top and make our way down slowly. For me, the most difficult part about snowboarding is getting into and out of the bindings because my boots are too wide for the bindings that I have now. (But I just ordered some new ones.)

After buying a one-way ticket to the top, we ate a quick lunch at the restaurant, met Joelle and Paul, and then decided to head down. There were some very emotional exchanges between Marie and Hans, reaffirming my opinion that you should have no emotional connection whatsoever to the person who teaches you how to ski or snowboard. In the end we set off, and after the first tricky bit started to have a lot of fun. However it wasn't until we took a Schnapps break at a mountain hut that I really started to improve. That's the Austrian way!