I was away for what we in Italy call a 'white week', meaning going somewhere in the mountains where one can find lots of snow and ski.
Ski is something I am trying to learn and that is gradually qualifying to my surprise as something I can (more or less) do.
I don't know why, I've got mixed feelings about it. When you start as a 40+ lady something that should probably be best learned at 5, you face uncomfortable territory -to say the least. If it were not for pictures, I'd have hard time believing I came down some steep (for me anyway) intermediate trails. Naturally with the help of ski lessons and a very patient and talented teacher.
Sometimes I just need time to look back at what I did, reconsider things to finally be aware of the progress I am making. Gradually I am feeling happy about it, yet I feel it has been a strange week for me. I took so little time for what I normally like best: take pictures, enjoy the wonderful landscapes, spend quality time with my little family/friends.