Gennaio Sciare
Ski Day at Madesimo with
the Shawn Chad Family
(not their real names -
we are protecting their
identities). We were
planning on meeting up
with them and got to the
top of the 1st run,
thinking we would text
and find out where they
were on the mountain
and Zaven says, "Isn't
that T?" Yes, there they
were. It was amazing,
because it was freakin'
crowded and everyone
looks the same in their
ski gear, goggles and
helmuts.  Hawk Eye
Zaven.
What handsome boys -
Zaven had fun skiing with
people other than us (the
above picture makes me
laugh - he looks
"special")...and we were
thrilled to ski with adults.

It was really a perfect
sunny day and we had a
GREAT time!
The best ski day ever didn't start out that way...I forgot my "never been cuter parka" flung on the bench in our foyer while breaking my leg to get out of
Lissone and to the vacation house on Friday night. BUT I do keep my old blue North Face "not so cute" ski parka there for playing in the snow. Joe said,
"Well you just won't be SUPER cute." But then later on said, "I like you better in this coat, the color is better." Although I feel like a sausage vs the super fast
Italian Pikabo Street to which I aspire. Plus, the entire valley was in a deep - 6 degree fog, so as we were driving to Prato Nevoso, we were thinking we might
have to continue on to France for some sunshine. But I was checking the webcams on my phone and could see sun so we continued on. When we arrived we
were well above the clouds, in total SUN and there were not oceans of people - WOOHOO!

The resort was having some sort of ski stuff promo festival and of course we (Joe) are rarely afraid to look silly in public by participating in games, we are
xpats and we look stupid almost everyday and we are competitive and not much effort needs to be put into the games so you can usually always win.  We
volunteered (were forced) to play, we thought we were going to get Jagermeister (which would have been fun in a gross, sweet, strong, boozy preski way),
but only got some shitty powdered Ginsing Nescafe crap. They were tickled to have American contestants and relieved to know that we did speak Italian and
could translate for the English contestants. It was a hurry mix, drink, run around obstacles relay race and Joe's team cheated and won, so he got a BOX of
instant Ginsing Nescafe. Powdered coffee anything is an embarrassment.

It was just the most perfect ski day - perfect ski conditions, not too busy and  we could ski hard and fast - which I LOVE - but Joe crashed twice, when we saw
Zaven on Sunday  he said, "Your mom made me go down some really steep hills, fast." My response, "Honey we need to improve our technique, be
consistent on every steepness." Joe: "I can go down the steep hills, just not well or in control." I am pretty sure I broke some personal bests - and made it
past some ski development  plateaus - or I was in a hallucinogenic sun and optimal ski conditions state I just thought I was skiing better and faster then the
local ski team. At one point Joe leaned over and said, "I love you." And I said, "Is it because your wife is a super fast and excellent skier?" "Um no that's not
the only reason." I was out of control. When we ski with Zaven we of course aren't skiing balls out, skiing sans Z has highlighted the need for helmets so we
will purchase them before the next ski day (6 days away). Joe has been looking but because he has a super XXL head, it's been a tough and unfruitful
search.
Above: Us & Dick (Riccardo - just a guess)  
walking in front of the camera
The Best Ski Day Ever - Prato Nevoso, Piemonte, 23 Gennaio 2010
Look at how
effortlessly GQ
Joe is while  
prepping for his
Nescafe
challenge  (screw
George
Clooney)- and  
he is rocking the
best winter tan!!
Even the kids at
school ask,
"MEESTER, why
are you so tana?"