I went skiing.

I went skiing. It is hard to describe how incredible it sounds. I keep repeating it in my mind (I went skiing. I went skiing! I went skiing!!!) trying to get used to the thought.

Winter sports generally are not for me. Once I tried, or rather tried to try ice skating, but was too scared to step away from the fence. I said the ice was too slippery and I was dead serious about it.

I had difficulties to put on my ski boots. I didn’t manage it by myself and I didn’t like that they were so extremely uncomfortable. When I tried to walk in them I felt like I was Arnold Schwarzenegger from The Terminator. But it was only the beginning. I was told to put on the skis and try to move in them, not down the hill yet, but it was already a big challenge. The snow was just as well slippery as the ice (okay, almost). This torture went on and on until two days later I could get down the hill (without ever falling), taking turns and stopping when I wished. I could do it but I still didn’t like it. It was still like a scary movie.

After the third day I said no. I wouldn’t do it any longer. I didn’t care. I didn’t want to die so young. Of course everyone was picking on me, why I stopped when it went so well.

After a day I started to doubt that I made the right decision, but then I agreed  with myself that it was not worth doing if I was scared, if I was not enjoying it.

After the second day I was told that I had a “cool snowboard face” why I didn’t want to try snowboarding?

Third day in the morning I was told that everyone from our apartment was going to try snowboarding and I was strongly recommended to join them so I did. I couldn’t leave the place without giving this winter sport thing another shot.

We didn’t really get far in one day but I already felt safer on the board than on the skis (probably it was a false sense of safety), I could stand up by myself and slide down without falling or I fell only if I wanted to avoid bumping into someone, because I still didn’t know how to turn properly or how to stop, or anything actually, just balancing down. But it felt good that I still had some hope that next year when my boyfriend would want to make me go skiing again I wouldn’t be so against it.

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London Lights – Photowalk

In the morning there was a time when I was very happy to see some big snowflakes coming down from heaven. I followed it up with despair because of some ugly rain during the day: I was really worried about my photo walk tonight.

But as BBC promised, there was no rain by the time we started our tour. They’ve got it right, this time, so a big well done to them!

After some basic difficulties I experienced with setting up my tripod and getting the right settings, it was pretty easy. I don’t mean that I made perfect photos but our goal was only to have an idea how to take photos night time.

Here I’m going to post a few of them. Please welcome my first ever night photos:):



DSC_0090I know, this one should have gone a few seconds longer but we didn’t have time to wait for another bus to come.

DSC_0110After this shot it started raining again, but we were not bothered very much because the two hours were just up and the walk finished anyway. I think we got what we’d expected, so basically I’m happy with what I’ve learnt. And the perfect shot is soon to come.


This morning I’ve got a slap in the face instead of “Welcome back!” or “Happy New Year!” Well, what did I expect from a year that ends on 13? Of course it has to be challenging!

It is like in a good novel: something has to go wrong (e.g. Evil Queen poisons Snow White)  so that the heroine could stand up (from the coffin) at the end and everyone would shed a few tears for her happiness.

And as a good maths teacher I’ve got to prove the theory what I just stated in my previous post.

And you know what?

I’m going to prove it. Because… I’ve got the power!!!

Words For The New Year

Words. Just a few of them to welcome back my readers. We are in the new year now that means a new start for many people. I wouldn’t say it is for me.

In my case the new year started in May 2012. Something amazing happened to me back then which I’d been asking for for many-many days and nights (weeks and months). Maybe my new year started when I started to ask.

Maybe my new year will start again in May. Maybe it will be June. It will come when I’m ready to climb another step on that ladder.

I think it is up to you, when you start a new year. You can start it with the first of January, the second of April or on the fourteenth of May, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you form it how it is best for you. You dream, you wish, you desire and you believe that you deserve every good and one morning you realize: your dream is slowly coming true.

This Saturday afternoon on the fifth of January 2013 I wish you to dream boldly, beyond imagination and I wish you to recognize your power to make your dreams come true.

If you do, I would like to ask you a favour: please don’t destroy the world or don’t hurt me.