We all started at the same time. Anielias boots were too tight, so it kind of made it hard for her to do anything. James and i were fine. James had started going backwards half an hour after we started and i was practising turns. Anielia was lying down in the middle of the slope giving out frustrated screams. James and I would pass each other on the slopes or the belt lift and pretended we didnt know the girl lying flat out on her back kicking her feet.
Near the end of the first day I boarded down to anielia and told her to just sit on her board and slide down. She stood up- and instead of putting her board horizontal to the slope- she threw it, literally threw it down vertically, where it started sliding out of control. Luckily, it slid into some trees near us, but i was up to my arms in snow trying to get it out (there was metres and metres of snow around those trees)
She did it again later, and this time her board went off our course, into a black lane and down the side of a cliff. Mathew James Anielia and I stared at it for a while, until a dude who worked there told us we had to climb down and get it ourselves. I swear Mathew nearly died 5 times.
The 2nd day was just as bad, we changed her boots and then the instructor told us at the end of the lesson that she couldnt do it because her board was too big. A screw fell off my shoe and I ended up twisting my ankle because he told me it would be fine.
The last day Mathew and I spent most of the time sitting on the slope talking and waiting for James, who would constantly ask us to wait for him and then zoom past us. We spent a lot of the time talking to people on the lifts "wellll dooone" falling off the ski lifts, or pitying our skiing instructor who spent all of the time helping Anielia, til she ran away.
Love you!
(By the way...I found the pictures from the day you covered my face in hot wax and latex)
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