Welcoming spring
My winter in Whistler hasn’t turned out at all as I expected. It was much, so much better. I got an experience that I couldn’t have dreamed of. I did things I could only dream of and things I feared. Applying for a job as a ski instructor was a…
Shaken, not stirred
I am a shaker. No. I am the little balls inside the shaker. An eager toddler picks it up and starts banging it against the furniture. I have no control. I cannot make it stop. The toddler happily bangs on, eager to hear the curious sounds it produces. Once you…
Whistler won’t let go
Whistler, you come and you never leave. That’s what they say. ‘They’ might be right. People fall in love with the place, or just get broke and literally cannot leave. For a while I’ve been thinking of settling somewhere and so I’ve made an important decision. For now I’ve decided…
The youngest of the mountain
Don’t they look cute? All bundled up? These little Michelin men, with gigantic heads, their faces disappearing behind goggles and neck warmers? All in their orange vests with their names on it. All struggling to hold on to their skis, cradling it awkwardly like a very skinny baby. All dreamy…
Hello new life!
Right. Just over a week ago I came to Whistler. All I can say is. I am impressed. At first I was more overwhelmed. This mountain is huge! The amount of staff working here is crazy. I keep looking at the ski instructor uniform on the coat rack and have…
Wiping away the cobwebs
A million things are going through my head. It’s all too much. It’s overflowing. It’s going to burst soon. Time for some decisions! At the end of October I’m flying to Canada! My flight is booked but I have no clue where to go. I had already applied for jobs…