I went skiing today, and I have a nasty bruise to
show for it. The skiing itself wasn’t a problem–
real bunny hills–but getting to the escalator was
life-threatening. The snow was artificial, of
course, and covered an assortment of foam
slabs, cement blocks, and wooden platforms.
While walking along, you would step off a solid
object (which you couldn’t see) and sink to your
knees. Some of the tiny Chinese were nearly
buried. I fell onto the corner of a cement cube,
which hurt like heck. The others there (all
young) were surprised, however, to see that
I could ski. I even helped them figure out the
tow rope to go to the top hill.
At the bottom of the hill was a large tree tree, lit
up like a Christmas tree. Pretty fun.
And speaking of Christmas, young people wear
Tshirts will the strangest sayings on them. Yes-
terday I saw a boy with a shirt that said,
“Christmas is for fruitcakes.”
It’s hot here, but yesterday had a nice breeze.
I have the beginnings of a great suntan!