After that I went to dump my boots at home - and I really should have taken a bag with me to put them in - riding down even the easiest slope with them in one hand really screwed my balance and included several falls and one almost-meeting with a tree. And from there on I was skiing. Only on the two easiest slopes and barely faster then crawling at first. I didn't even bother to go home for lunch deciding as I was on a vacation that justified a bit of overspend and a visit to a restaurant. As I rarely go to restaurants, prices were scary - I took soup, salad and tea and it was 12 euro. (When I go to a restaurant at home I usually spend about 4-5 euro, but I have to admit they are low-end ones) Also I was very glad that I've asked for a child-sized salad, which was half the size of the regular one, and still too big for me.
After eating I went back and tried slopes on the other side of the hill - it is not high enough to be called a mountain. Actually, all of the riding slopes are there and the ones on the village side are more to get back to village when you are going back. I did fall several times when I wend faster then I was comfortable with, but still I was having too much fun to go home when I got cold. So after checking a map - lucky me they were everywhere - I found a small cabin with an open-fire hearth. It was nice but being as cold-sensitive as I am I still had to go home soon after.
The rest of the evening I spent shopping, watching TV - even though there were few channels in English - and getting to know Anya and Dima - my housemates. They are both snowboarders with Dima being more experienced and Anya just starting. So Dima