Pred leti sem imela srečo, da sem preživela teden dni na enem večjih smučišč v francoskih Alpah. Pogled na nešteto prog, sedežnic in gondol je jemal sapo. Koliko izbire! In kakšna kvaliteta! Šest dni sem smučala, pa bi se lahko vsakič spustila po drugi strmini.Letos sem smučala na Krvavcu. Po dveh progah. Tam, kjer poznam vsak hribček, kjer vem, kje se rade naredijo ledene ploskve, kje je bolje upočasniti, da ne povoziš kakega čeladnega otroka, kjer vem, kje je najbolje počivati in si ob vročem čaju pogreti prste.
Ko pridem z delavnic z vsem svojim bliščem in pestro izbiro plesalcev v to našo lokalno sekto se spomnim te primerjave. In kolikor pusti Chamonix vtis, je lepo priti domov v poznane roke naših plesalcev. Če ne drugega zato, ker vem, h komu it pogret si prste.
On women’s day…
A few years ago I was lucky enough to spend a week skiing in one of the biggest resorts in the French Alps. Just the sight of the never-ending array of slopes, ski lifts and gondolas took my breath away. So much to choose from! And the quality! I skied for six days and I could have chosen a different route each time.
This winter I skied in our local resort Krvavec. I spent the entire day on two slopes. Where I know the routes, I know where the icy patches are, I know where the likelihood of crashing into a “helmeted” child is greatly increased and where I know is the perfect place to rest and warm my hands on a cup of hot tee.
Whenever I return from workshops abroad with all their glitz and rich selection of dancers to our local dance “sect” I am reminded of this comparison. And as much as Chamonix leaves an impression, it’s nice coming home into the familiar hands of our leaders. If nothing else, I know who to go to when I want to warm my fingers.
A few years ago I was lucky enough to spend a week skiing in one of the biggest resorts in the French Alps. Just the sight of the never-ending array of slopes, ski lifts and gondolas took my breath away. So much to choose from! And the quality! I skied for six days and I could have chosen a different route each time.
This winter I skied in our local resort Krvavec. I spent the entire day on two slopes. Where I know the routes, I know where the icy patches are, I know where the likelihood of crashing into a “helmeted” child is greatly increased and where I know is the perfect place to rest and warm my hands on a cup of hot tee.
Whenever I return from workshops abroad with all their glitz and rich selection of dancers to our local dance “sect” I am reminded of this comparison. And as much as Chamonix leaves an impression, it’s nice coming home into the familiar hands of our leaders. If nothing else, I know who to go to when I want to warm my fingers.
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