The eagle has landed (well, mostly)

Well, she´s here! We ran into each other in the lobby, and I´ve been busy showing everyone that my imaginary friend actually does exist. Of course, her luggage hasn´t turned up yet, which goes to show that American Airlines are just as bad as they were four years ago when eight of us found ourselves sitting on a 777 in JFK which didn´t have a pilot. We eventually ended up leaving on a Virgin flight six hours later, from a different terminal, lacking some of our luggage. Totally imcompetant. She managed to black out last night, too, which was interesting. Something to do with the altitude and travel fatigue, I think. So, apart from being two days late, having no luggage, and having already had to have the doctor glue her head back together from where she hit it against a shelf when she passed out.... she´s on good form. She also managed to heckle a guy that was holding forth on expert skiing in Sivlerton - some place in the US. He had some picture on his resort shirt that Sylv recognised from St. Anton. He suggested St. Anton must have copied it from Silverton. Hmm. I held my tongue. The mind boggles, though...
´So you´re saying that St. Anton - one of the oldest resorts in the world, where Alpine Skiing was invented - copied this from some tinpot mountain in the middle of the US? Interesting...´

Having said that, we´d had a lot of wine, and not a few Pisco Sours, so headaches all round this morning. It´s amazing how a spot of downhill blows out the cobwebs, though.

The sun´s shining, and I´m getting my legs back. Snow is forecast for Monday, and there is a chance we could get snowed in. This may mean we won´t be able to hook up with the tour group as planned, but we´ll see. Since the disaster at the airport, it´s finally occurred to me (after twenty-seven years) that there´s no real point in worrying, and that everything generally sorts itself out in the end.

Damn, there was nothing really interesting in that post, was there? Oh well, off to try Roca Jack this afternoon. They have these ´Vi a viente´ski tow things, that consist of a horizontal bar with four buttons attached. It rocket-tows four people up the mountain at a time, and is somewhere between exhilerating and pure terror. Wicked.