One evening last fall, I got a text message from Becks, an English friend I met snowboarding in New Zealand and an irreplaceable travelling companion:
"We are recruiting for a ski trip to St. Anton Austria, last week of January. Are you in?"
For a moment, the weak Canadian dollar took the upper hand over how intensely excited I get whenever there’s the promise of powder. Slow as molasses, I started to write back the letter N… I clenched my teeth, got ready to text the O… and then said… What the heck, we only have one life to live! I erased the horrid N and replaced it with a YES full of sparkling joy. On January 27, I found myself spread across three empty seats flying with Air Canada (the new 3-for-1 economy class), well on my way to a guaranteed great time.
I feel so small!
Innsbruck was my first stop since my English friends wouldn’t arrive in St. Anton for another two days. Two days of peace. Why not take advantage of the time alone and try to fly over the Alps to better understand where I am on the map?
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