You give mama an embarrassed smile and take a long sip, leaning into her side. It’s comforting to have mama there. Soon you’re disembarking.
This time you head more to the left, down a gentle slope marked in green. There aren’t many people going this way, probably because it’s so early in the morning still. Lunch is still hours away. You unclip your skis at the entrance to the shelter next to the restaurant and after stacking your skis on the rack, clumsily walk in in your ski boots. They’re a bit hard to walk in, but unlike the ice you were warned about in the village, the floor here is carpet. Though it is wet with melted snow.
