Lol, no that's not what happened. She offered to drive abroad for a one-day-ski-trip. I think it's pretty amazing she wanted to drive a four hour ride, and after all those years I finally said yes! A couple days later we went off to Germany, to Winterberg if you might wonder. The alarm clocks were set on 5 am and on 5h30 am we were ready to go (5 minutes later to be precise, because of me of course). A double disc CD of Michael Jackson accompanied by childhood travelling memories guided our way.
Germany (or at least this part) has a beautiful rolling landscape with hills. But compared to what I'm used to, they rather look like the Himalayas! During the ride I went experimenting with my camera for a while. It was pretty fun to do, aside from the weird stares from some villagers now and then.
|This picture was taken at 16:47. The time of arriving back home according to Mr. Garmin was 20:18, which became at least an hour later.|
I've been stalking the red car in front for a while, I hope he didn't mind.
And as the end of the story I can tell you that I fell just once! The other time at the ski lift obviously doesn't count.
I had everything perfectly under control, but the snowboarder next to me didn't, and he started a chain reaction, which I narrowly escaped, until my other neighbour joined the club of falling people, which was so cool that I had to join too. And that's how I fell. But that one didn't count!