Isaberg Ski Trip (Feb. 3-5)

Isaberg is a small skiing area in the south of Sweden near Anderstorp (where we had the crayfish party). The event was organized/ coordinated, also by the same woman, Kicki Falk. Everyone was extremely excited to come to the event not only for the skiing, but also because we love going to see Kicki and her family. This is because they always treat us so well and are very fun. Enough with the intro and into the story.

On Friday morning I was packed and ready to go. I would be taking Swedbus from Stockholm to Jönköping. I had to take two bags because I was bringing my own skis and boots, so I required more luggage. Luckily for me, my host parents also had to go to town, so I didn't have to take public transport with my bags to T-Centralen. I was the first to arrive out of the group (Alicia, Amy, Jade, and me), so while I waited, I was able to get my school-issued camera out and snap some pics. 

It, however, didn't take long for the others arrived. This was good because it gave us time to run through the itinerary for the day and such. The plan consisted of this.

1. Go from Stockholm to Jönköping.
2. Once there meet up with the others going via Jönköping.
3. We then all take a bus together from Jönnköping to another stop near Anderstorp.
4. Then switch buses at that stop to another bus that we would be one for around 10 minutes. 

Once in Anderstorp we walked to the house (because we knew where it was this time) unloaded our bags in the house we were sleeping in and started with all the greeting of new friends and old ones. This was all abandoned, however, after the first person yelled pizzas here. (It was then every man, woman, and child for himself then). After everyone had had their fill on pizza, we all retreated back to the house where we waited for the late arrivals to arrive. As the night drug on the others seemed to have no plans of stopping, but a group of us (including me) decided it wasn't a good idea to party all night before a day full of skiing. This started a search to find a quiet place that we could all sleep at. We eventually found one and fell sound asleep until breakfast in the morning.


In the morning we had some typical Swedish breakfast (bread, cheese, butter, etc.) We then dressed and were bused by car to Isaberg. One we were there the first thought that crossed our mind was (pardon my French) "Oh shit is that trip travel group buses." It was there was around 3-5 travel group buses which meant a couple of things. First, all the people who didn't have skis (luckily not me) had to wait over two hours to get a rental plus another half hour for a ski pass. This wouldn't have been a problem for me until I realized that all my friends didn't have skis or I couldn't find them. Eventually, though I found Laura and Sara and was ready to hit the slopes until they told me they couldn't remember how to ski. That was okay with me, though, so I went and chilled for a little while. Then Mariana (from Brazil) showed up, and it was an adventure trying to get her down to even the lift. Eventually, we got her past her nerves, and she was doing really well for a beginner. All of us were really impressed, but you could see the steam coming out of her ears every time she would fall or run into us. Around lunch time her feet were "KILLING HER!" and she "COULDN'T FEEL THEM," (to be read in whiny three-year-old voice, love you Mariana <3) so Anton (Rotex who was helping me teach her) decided it was a good time to take a lunch break.

Lunch was really simple we had hamburgers, sausages, hot chocolate, and Marabou chocolate. It didn't matter however because it was what we wanted and needed. This was also the first time everyone had been gathered together. Other than eating food everyone was planning for the rest of day. (when they would go home, who to ski with, which slopes etc.) I decided I was going to hit some of the "bigger slopes." (Weren't very big or good compared to where I had been skiing with my host family.{I'm a spoiled child and I know it})

I spent the next couple hours skiing down the harder slopes (big hills) with Clémentine (France/ Canada {it's confusing}), Kevin (Mexico), among others. I did eventually have a slight crash on the "Black" slope while trying to avoid another skier (like I said before it was packed there).

From Left: Clémentine, Kevin, Me

After messing around for a with the others on the slopes I decided to go check on the Mariana who I had been helping earlier to see how she was doing. Much to my surprise and many of the others, she was doing really well. At this point though you could see that she was getting tired, so I got to see her go down the slopes a couple of times before she called it quits.

The rest of the trip was pretty unevenful all I did was ski, eat, sleep, and go back to Stockhholm so I will leave the blog at this.