Allison's Wonderland

Ever since I've been in Prato I've wanted to Ski at night. The lights look so beautiful on the snow, and I just told myself that I would do it. So, I did! FINALLY! J.B., Amy, and Jess were spending their Saturday night in Sestri Levante so that meant Megan and I would be the only two Nanny's on the mountain. In Prato, we live at the top of the pist, so I am able to just walk outside the parking garage right onto the slope. It's a pretty sweet set up. Megan lives on the road below me, so we just met up on the pist. We're both poor little nannies so I was wearing borrowed gloves, borrowed hat, borrowed ski's, and borrowed boots. Megan was doing the same although she had a snowboard. Needless to say our gear didn't really fit us too well.

It was a beautiful. The snow was kind of crappy. We hit quite a few ice spots, but I prided myself on the fact that I didn't fall once. Well on the slope that is. On our last run of the night I go to stop at the bottom of the hill and yet again my skis crossed one another while I was stopped and standing up. I went to move and just fell right over. It felt like I was moving in slow motion watching myself from above. I felt like such an idiot.

The next day after our night of skiing and snowbaording, we went to the White House to watch a snowboarding competition. We both just relaxed, sunned ourselves and drank cappuccino's and marracchino's. It was sweet. I got a really nasty sunglass tan though because I can't sit in the sun without them. I get all squinty and than my squint lines are white while the rest of my face is tan. I just can't win. Everyone was making fun of me though because I looked like one of the ski instructors with their Panda faces. Other than my terrible tan lines it was pretty much a perfect Sunday.