It all started after Didier Cuche won the Streif for the fifth time...powder snow had piled up the whole night for us to shred...nobody could move across the ski resort but Balls and Papy skis on their shoulders ! The slopes and the sky opened up, powder under our skis to descend on virgin snow amongst the trees and over cliffs...still with me ? Not too shabby huh ? Now enjoying - not the waitress but a Toscanan Nipozzano red wine....Until Balls decides to have a last drink at Senso's bar....where we met Tequila's and Zoef "better" compatriots...
grrrrrr .....eeen with envy!!
ReplyDeleteSounds familiar and yet I'm also greeeeen!! Good times!
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