Lapland: The Story of Skiing

This will be a bit more than just skiing. 

When we arrived we found that we had the best room. It was a loft with a dining room and kitchen. The view of Sweden was a nice touch.

Our room consisted of three americans, one german, a french, and a Ti

Friends for life.

do you see the trees in the distance. That's Sweden. 

Everyone would just hang out in eachothers room. Here is the French area, you can see JB cutting french sausage.

The first night we all rested and went to get our skies. We saw the giant hill we would be attacking come the next day break.

Dinner was held in an outdoor Sami (oraginal people) home

there was a cotten cand

The next day rolled around. We bundled up (decked out in our colors- Red, White, and Blue.) We hit the slopes.

So I went to the top.

This was one of the best and worst decision I have ever made. I am terrible at skiing. I spent the way down just falling. I give my cousins so much credit for this sport. My body ached for days afterwards.

But at the top. You could see for miles and miles. I took my skies off and just sat. We all did. You don't know what the color white means till  you go to the Arcitc. I listened to the song Holocene by Bon Iver. And if you have never heard that song or have not in a while, I urge you to listen to it. 

The breaze was cold but not freezing. And the Air was fresher than the Air ate the cabin.

We are so small compared to this world.

I fell all the way down that

We came back, saunaed, rolled in the snow. The usual.

That evening the local primary school put on a presentation for us of Finnish Dance. We are very lucky. 

we are one.