Buna Saira from Zuoz

Sunrise in the Engadin is supposedly at 7:51 but the sun doesn't actually hit the valley floor until around 9am. So early mornings are rather dark around these parts. Luckily we don't have to get out of bed until, well, until we feel like it really. (Sorry Curt...) But going up early to the slopes is always a good idea since the snow is better and there are less people around. Unless you're going skiing in Zuoz on a weekday. Then it really doesn't matter when you go because the mountain will likely be empty. Excellent!

The conditions were perfect for re-acquainting ourselves with our snowboards and getting our bodies used to some more strenuous exercise than walking to my sister's house for lunch once a day. I won't lie: I fell on the first curve I tried to take coming out of the lift. I will however hold my bindings and stance responsible since after a lightening-speed fix up from my darling husband I managed to make it down the slope without falling too many times. Evil stance!

It wasn't all falling down and embarrassement though - Conor rode a T-lift for the first time and managed to get all the way to the top! If you've never been on a T-life, it's not easy on a snowboard. (He tried once before on a very steep T-lift and after falling off several times the guy at the lift told him he wasn't allowed to try anymore. Instead he hitched one of those medical sled-beds to one of the Ts and had him sit on top of it to ride up. How I wish I had a picture of THAT...)

Back home, slightly worse for the wear and with a massive Muskelkater announcing itself for tomorrow, we're consoling ourselves with the gorgeous views and hope that tomorrow will be another gorgeous day.

Oh and just in case you were getting any funny ideas about taking a sled down into town, fuhgeddaboudit.