A note on skiing for those who have never skied..

I first touched snow during 2009 winter in Paris at the age of 22. It felt funny how the white snow became wet water on my hands. Having lived my entire life in a tropical country I surely got excited. I did all the things I could imagined: made snowmen, made snow angels, did snow fights, opened my mouth up in the air until I got sore throat, etc. But that was it. Continue reading