My third
day in France
was a
difficult act of balance...
between ignoring
my pains, going full force
and showing
me and my foot some remorse.
My company looked at my swollen, red ancle and me
with concerned faces that showed fear and sympathy.
I follwed their advice and took a day of rest,
but this
really put my stubborn ego to the test.
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| "Tevreden zijn en lang te leven, is wat 't pijpke u kan geven" - in the chalet. |
Cranky and disappointed
I tried to make the best of the day
and looking
back at it, it was more then Okay!
I went
sledging of a hill and watched skiers come down,
and tried
to spot the cutest skier in town.
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| Man, that was fun! |
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| My company's ski-pass |
Turns out
that not only men with guitars and/or backpacks are hot to me...
skiers and
snowboarders also awaken some sort of fantasy.
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| Going down!! |
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| Gorgeous tracks. |
I really had to
cool down, so rolled around in the snow in my “summer gear”,
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| Not really flattering, but so you get the idea... |
after a
fantastic yoga session in the most amazing atmosphere.
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| ... with a view. |
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| Yoga... |
In the evening I made "The Plan":
Fuck my
foot, Oh yes I can!
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| I will walk and be free!!! - this pic made me think of you Ro... |
