Adriana realized she was fighting a losing battle and waved the white flag. At it turned out, the room had a pull out bed, which had been the story of my life on family vacations. For the first 17 years of my life, my two sisters always shared a bed and I would get the pullout. Only, these weren’t my sisters. And I was still getting the pull out nonetheless. Life always finds a way of coming full circle.
The long walk to our room did nothing to ease Adriana’s stress level. She was still fuming. When we entered the room, Melody pulled back the curtain to reveal a steaming hot tub beneath the backdrop of an illuminated mountain. My attention immediately zoomed in on the hot tub; the girls’ attention aimed at the slopes.
Adriana and Melody headed for a nighttime run on the slopes, leaving me to my own devices – which for a novice skier, meant waling around the village, feeling completely out of place. It was one of those moments when one asks onself: What am I doing here? This question applied on many levels. A year ago at this time, I was preparing for Christmas with my wife – probably wrapping presents while watching A Charlie Brown Christmas for the third time. Cut to one year later. I’m divorced…I’m at a ski resort…with two attractive women…in Canada. There are some things you just can’t predict, no matter how much one tries. This was definitely one of them.
After wandering aimlessly around the Bavarian-style village, I realized that I was not adequately dressed for the weather, so I wandered into a Starbucks. Sweaty, stinky skiers and snowboarders, tired after a long day on the slopes (but aware that night was still young) gathered to award themselves with expensive mochas and lattes, frappachinos and exotic teas. Compared to everyone else, who earned their drink following a long, strenuous day, I felt like an imposter, but that didn’t stop me from ordering a large mocha (er, grande) well-aware that it would give me gas, momentarily forgetting I was sharing a room with two attractive women.