Wednesday, December 21, 2005

The day started of pretty slow today. As we all stager back from the bar last night and realized how much we had to drink. OUCH my head said, as if being hammered by a black smith. O well! The day was pretty much again routine we when out side and took our snowboarding lessons. But what was different this time was that we had gotten better at snowboarding. To my amazement I had gotten to the point of being able to do turns and switch sides. So we proceeded to learn and follow our instructors like little ducklings around the slope.

The night seemed to come early tonight! It was decided by our elders that we were to go to Salzburg and go to the Christmas market. The trip their seemed almost endless and never-ending, but in the end it was a dream come true. The market was heals of a cathedral and came

off as if placed their just to create lift your hart up from the cold. The smells in the area ran as wild and my imagination, and the taste of chocolate became absolutely decadent in my mind. This deep chill that has griped this city was fended of by the small paradise these people had created in such a small area. Well looks like its time to get back to the hotel,



Good Night
Gino L. Pellicano

Tuesday December 20, 2005

Today was a day of fun and games; all we did all day was listening to our snowboard instructor and fall. It hurt but it was fun learning how to perform a new art. I don’t have the pictures of us falling but I will soon. The interesting time for us came at night today. We were restless souls trapped in a cabin. Fights were breaking amongst the family members, because we had nothing to do. During the day their was so much to do but at night we felt lost. So how did we solve this problem? We went club hopping.

Before we headed out to the club we decided to go see the night ski show. What a glorious and magical thing it was to go see this performance. While walking outside to our new found destination we noticed that it started to slightly snow. Our toes started to go numb with the chill of Jack Frost bit upon us. But then, when we reached a hill top and our minds were greeted with a sight that only our imaginations could have created earlier. The smell of glue wine filled the air and caused us to forget the chill of the air. The music that filled the air caused us to imagine with wonder what happen later on. As if magic had come down and touched us in our ever so slight despair. We were at awe at what we saw as a paraded of skiers lead by a torch came down the mountain and bedazzled our minds. As quick as it was started it was over. Well I thought to my self lets go have a beer and get ready for another day of Falling and snowboarding.

Good night!
Gino L. Pellicano