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her way from the ski lift to the “baby slopes”.
She trudged along behind her best friend, Alondra, heading for her first-ever skiing lesson, still unable to comprehend what had beseeched her when she had agreed to undertake this trip. Sports were not for her, not even in high school had she managed to find a suitable sport, and somehow a sport where she would have to balance herself on two thin strips of wood seemed an even more unlikely fit. But Alondra had requested her presence and company on this holiday, and she had been too concerned about her friend’s emotional state to turn her down. However, had she known Alondra would be as insistent on her participating in all of the local activities, she most certainly would have declined and rather stayed home. But then again, it was approaching Christmas, and she has always believed that no one should be alone around Christmas, even less so in a foreign country.
Setting her resolve, she hiked up the skies again and followed her friend’s trail. She had a lesson with some foreign instructor, who in all likelihood could barely speak English proficiently enough to be understood. Alondra had been insistent on the lessons when Danielle had let it slip that she could not ski, and had professed that she needed to push her boundaries more, that it would be good for her to learn something new. Hence, she found herself kitted to the hilt in rented gear, with her eyes straining from the sheer amount of whiteness surrounding them.
Danielle liked her comfort zone; she saw no need to put herself directly in harm’s way, which was exactly what her participation in sports resulted in.
A few yards on, Alondra came to a marker and slowed down to a halt. Danielle sighed in relief as she caught up with her friend, resting the ends of her skies in the snow as she looked out over the almost flat expanse of snow.
A group of people moved about slowly on their skies, their exuberance making up for their lack of skill as the started gathering in a group off to the side. A person dressed as bulkily in snow gear approached them and addressed Alondra, from his voice she could determine he was English, and from Alondra’s response it was clear that he was the instructor. He turned his attention towards Danielle, dark glasses covered his eyes and the gear surrounding his face made it difficult to discern his features, however he smiled warmly and indicated for her to follow him.
Danielle took up her position along a group of about ten others, and was shown how to adjust the bootjacks on their skies, and how to fasten them properly ensuring they locked in place. They were then shown how to stand correctly with their knees slightly bend before being shown how to push-off.
Their instructor had a surprisingly calm demeanor with a large English vocabulary, which should not have been as surprising as he had a distinct British accent. However, Danielle was incapable of placing its origin, unlike American accents, which were easy for her to place. He did not have the cockney associated with the Irish nor the drawl associated with the Scottish. However, his pronunciation placed him from somewhere within the British Isles , possibly around London . He had strong facial features, with his slight stubble indicating dark hair. He was also older than she had expected an instructor of being, having noticed some of the younger employees at dinner the evening before, chatting up some of the girls.
His manner managed to make her less aware of her lack of skills, as she followed his instructions. The others learning to ski were just as wonky on their skies as she was, which made the environment less demanding, more centered on achieving something than competing against each other to see who’s the best.
They were each given a turn to push-off before coming to a halt a few yards down the strip of snow. The push-off hardly posed a challenge; it was stopping that lead to her tumbling in the snow. And
She trudged along behind her best friend, Alondra, heading for her first-ever skiing lesson, still unable to comprehend what had beseeched her when she had agreed to undertake this trip. Sports were not for her, not even in high school had she managed to find a suitable sport, and somehow a sport where she would have to balance herself on two thin strips of wood seemed an even more unlikely fit. But Alondra had requested her presence and company on this holiday, and she had been too concerned about her friend’s emotional state to turn her down. However, had she known Alondra would be as insistent on her participating in all of the local activities, she most certainly would have declined and rather stayed home. But then again, it was approaching Christmas, and she has always believed that no one should be alone around Christmas, even less so in a foreign country.
Setting her resolve, she hiked up the skies again and followed her friend’s trail. She had a lesson with some foreign instructor, who in all likelihood could barely speak English proficiently enough to be understood. Alondra had been insistent on the lessons when Danielle had let it slip that she could not ski, and had professed that she needed to push her boundaries more, that it would be good for her to learn something new. Hence, she found herself kitted to the hilt in rented gear, with her eyes straining from the sheer amount of whiteness surrounding them.
Danielle liked her comfort zone; she saw no need to put herself directly in harm’s way, which was exactly what her participation in sports resulted in.
A few yards on, Alondra came to a marker and slowed down to a halt. Danielle sighed in relief as she caught up with her friend, resting the ends of her skies in the snow as she looked out over the almost flat expanse of snow.
A group of people moved about slowly on their skies, their exuberance making up for their lack of skill as the started gathering in a group off to the side. A person dressed as bulkily in snow gear approached them and addressed Alondra, from his voice she could determine he was English, and from Alondra’s response it was clear that he was the instructor. He turned his attention towards Danielle, dark glasses covered his eyes and the gear surrounding his face made it difficult to discern his features, however he smiled warmly and indicated for her to follow him.
Danielle took up her position along a group of about ten others, and was shown how to adjust the bootjacks on their skies, and how to fasten them properly ensuring they locked in place. They were then shown how to stand correctly with their knees slightly bend before being shown how to push-off.
Their instructor had a surprisingly calm demeanor with a large English vocabulary, which should not have been as surprising as he had a distinct British accent. However, Danielle was incapable of placing its origin, unlike American accents, which were easy for her to place. He did not have the cockney associated with the Irish nor the drawl associated with the Scottish. However, his pronunciation placed him from somewhere within the British Isles , possibly around London . He had strong facial features, with his slight stubble indicating dark hair. He was also older than she had expected an instructor of being, having noticed some of the younger employees at dinner the evening before, chatting up some of the girls.
His manner managed to make her less aware of her lack of skills, as she followed his instructions. The others learning to ski were just as wonky on their skies as she was, which made the environment less demanding, more centered on achieving something than competing against each other to see who’s the best.
They were each given a turn to push-off before coming to a halt a few yards down the strip of snow. The push-off hardly posed a challenge; it was stopping that lead to her tumbling in the snow. And
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