The case of jet skier Almost every year is a nightmare that repeats itself.
be clear, I like to go skiing a few days and when I get the chance I program with enthusiasm the holiday week. But every time, when the fixed period etc. is as if something inside me put on alert, as if my conscience was trying to remember something terrible which I have deliberately removed.
And sure enough, as most years, two or three days before departure, I realize what quelloa strange feeling ... it was the need to pack!
Why go skiing is not like going anywhere else. Yes, because if you go on vacation in a city you do is open the closet, take tot pairs of stockings and socks, total pairs of pants, dresses, depending on the season and what you plan to do, slap them in your suitcase and away you goes. At the limit, if I go to the beach, the best effort I do is make costumes, masks, fins and snorkel, but it's serious business. But shit, you know what it means to pack up to go skiing? In and of itself is something to be crazy, why do you think of the following situations, each requiring a type of clothing different:
- when you are at home (overalls, pajamas, bathrobe, slippers)
- when you leave the house to go to a restaurant / pub to / do the shopping and the weather is nice (shoes, pants, socks, shirt, anorak)
- when you leave the house to go to a restaurant / pub to / do the shopping and snow (snow boots, pants, socks, sweater, jacket, hat, umbrella, scarf, any other business)
- when you leave the house to go to a restaurant / pub to / do the shopping and makes a cold pork (boots, stockings, socks, pantalni heavy sweater, shirt underneath, jacket, hat, scarf, gloves and the more it on and so forth)
- when you go to ski and is
weather (light ski suit, shirt under light, sunglasses, headband, gloves, socks) + boots, skis, ski poles
- when you go to ski and snow
(ski suit lightweight t-shirt under light, snow goggles, hat, waterproof gloves, tights) + boots, skis, ski poles
- when you go to ski and make a cold pork
(ski suit heavy, big jacket that all para , calzamagliona of wool, wool socks, t shirt, shirt under fleece, waterproof gloves, silk-glove, mask, balaclava, scarf, cap) + boots, skis, ski poles
Consider also the fact that skiing you sweat and then at least 3 changes of shirts and socks for 4 days concedetemeli.
Well, you have focused all this stuff? Here, if it was all assembled in a cabinet / box / mobile to pack would be very little. But now imagine it divided and scattered here and there without a clear specific criteria but only to my mother (this is therefore the error in the system, yet inexplicable to most people because every year my mother recklessly entrust the management of the ski stuff?) in a series of closed boxes in the attic above, to whom are kilos of other things and have a vague idea of \u200b\u200bwhat I have to suffer every year when I am going to make the case to go skiing. Already
this in itself is more than enough, but not all! Yes, because I live in a family of people who wake at least 30 years and that throughout this period have not thrown away nothing, nothing but nothing he had.
Here I am then in the attic to juggle between the ski poles
seventies, dribble a couple of hiking boots plush
eighties and grab my ski pants ... No, cabbage, here there is the jacket ... let's see if the wind is into that box. Nothing to do, leaving, in order of appearance:
nr.
a suit of my father Fila, the Italian national ski of the year 1990, equal to
Alberto Tomba faded and the whole thing that I wonder if they face;
nr. 1 pair of leggings snow blue flowers (aargh) with gaiters owner unknown, of what you do when you put them up immediately because the vinegar will the horse falls to her knees in no time at all,
nr 2 carabiners that my father used when he made the rope to the cai
nr. 1 pair of gloves
mitten type (which I hate those damn gloves with one finger out will not let you do anything, even give or send to fuck it, just beat the five!) That look awkward and antiquated.
Under a pile of stuff discovered a bag, from which escape my mask (Deo Gratias) along with the ski goggles mirrored style in De Sica
Christmas holidays, my hat and a headband on which is written San Sicario 1978 ... oh yeah!
Yes, but the jacket and my gloves are not yet in ... Deep down that emerges here is a box. I open it and come out: 4 x ski my (evvaiii), knitted wool ski sciclub of Nuovo Pignone in 1984
fantozziana bill, my tights, a fur coat of brown, I do not know if real or fake, and probably dating the years of the Iron Curtain and last but not least, finally my jacket!
Now I have everything, I can put everything in your suitcase and take a long sigh of relief ... at least until next year and the next holiday!
ps: if any of you at carnival wanted to dress like a skier of 70 years you know who to call for the complete equipment
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