Being on the road and seeing snow for the first time this season reminds me of how soon I'll be riding the fresh powder on the mountains of Italy with my board. It is my favorite rime of the year, not just because of my extreme and vigilant hobby, but because I will be able to spend some quality time with my family. Even though snowboarding trips for people my age include going with peers and friends, partying and getting drunk, I get a lot of that during the year so I don't regret going there with my family. There are always weekend boarding trips I can go with my friends, usually settled in the last minute... But being Christmas time and all, even though I am a devout secularist, I like to spend that time with my closest, and that is the core essence of Christmas and every other big pious holiday. Another a bit less important reason is that going with them allows me not to worry so much about the budget and enjoy the pleasures of Italian gastronomy, an equally important part of winter ski trips.
I would have written a post earlier on the trip but I had to piss so bad before the stop that even a slightest move would have caused a catastrophe. I was the first one out once the bus stopped, and was releasing the body fluids for about 3 minutes. What a relief it was.
I will stop now since the bus got off the freeway due to a tunnel closure, prolonging my already painful trip for another hour. The thing that keeps me going is mom's soup waiting for me home.
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