A few weeks ago, my boyfriend and I decided to take a weekend skiing trip to Vermont.
I'd always wanted to learn to how to ski but had absolutely no skills, being Mexican
and all.
Complicating the situation was the fact that three years ago my boyfriend went through an unpleasant experience of getting buried in an avalance while skiing in the high mountains - fortunately, he survived the accident (otherwise, I wouldn't be dating him!), but unfortunately he had to go though numerous operations and until last March was only able to walk aided by a pair of crutches or a cane.
So, erring on the side of caution, we decided to do cross-country skiing. The plain surface was really my best bet, too, as I could be calm, in contact with nature, but not too far from all the earthly conveniences...
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