When people would ask where I've skied, I used to love to tell people I learned to ski in the Alps. Outside of speaking German and learning the culture, I had two goals: learn to yodel and learn to ski. I achieved one of those goals. My friend Helga (above in left corner all in black) and I took a bus to the mountains every weekend for about six weeks. I'm, above with a white coat, black hat and sunglasses.
My instructor spoke a dialect of German I couldn't understand, so Helga (who could speak no English) would translate into a German I could understand). We definitely learned "old school." There was no "bunny hill", but the instructor just would take us to a hill, where we would all side step up, ski down, side step up again. He didn't believe in lifts---he said side stepping up would build muscles or at least that's what I understood him to say.
Again I'm in the front with black hat, sunglasses, white jacket---do you see a lift?
Double click on the letter above for another story about Helga's and my skiing experience.
While in Germany, I was technically a teacher. I accompanied one of the classes as a chaperon to a ski lodge where we skied for five days. The real benefit was the ski-instructor was Robert Stepp, the English teacher I worked with. My skiing improved considerably, and I later skied in Austria and Switzerland. In later years, I skied in Iowa, Michigan, Colorado. While we lived in Pennsylvania I learned to cross-country ski which I continued after we moved back to St. Louis. BUT, I learned to ski in the Alps.
When people would ask where I've skied, I used to love to tell people I learned to ski in the Alps. Outside of speaking German and learning the culture, I had two goals: learn to yodel and learn to ski. I achieved one of those goals. My friend Helga (above in left corner all in black) and I took a bus to the mountains every weekend for about six weeks. I'm, above with a white coat, black hat and sunglasses.
My instructor spoke a dialect of German I couldn't understand, so Helga (who could speak no English) would translate into a German I could understand). We definitely learned "old school." There was no "bunny hill", but the instructor just would take us to a hill, where we would all side step up, ski down, side step up again. He didn't believe in lifts---he said side stepping up would build muscles or at least that's what I understood him to say.
Again I'm in the front with black hat, sunglasses, white jacket---do you see a lift?
Double click on the letter above for another story about Helga's and my skiing experience.
While in Germany, I was technically a teacher. I accompanied one of the classes as a chaperon to a ski lodge where we skied for five days. The real benefit was the ski-instructor was Robert Stepp, the English teacher I worked with. My skiing improved considerably, and I later skied in Austria and Switzerland. In later years, I skied in Iowa, Michigan, Colorado. While we lived in Pennsylvania I learned to cross-country ski which I continued after we moved back to St. Louis. BUT, I learned to ski in the Alps.
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White coat, sunglasses and hat. Really, I thought it was Audrey Hepburn.
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