When I went for the long walk on Sunday my ankles got sore from my hiking boots somehow lightly bruising them. On Monday I felt muscle soreness, but nothing unexpected. My right knee was a little sore but I figured it was just my old knee-sprain injury flaring up. Usually this doesn't affect me much - sometimes me knee will make a clicking sound or ache a bit, but it never slows me down. While I was in Lucerne the pain started getting worse and by the time I returned to the train station, every step caused pain, although the pain intensified while going downhill or down a flight of stairs (it hurt to put weight on it while bent). This morning it hurt with every step so I decided to take it easy and just spend the day at the chalet. I'm so thankful that I didn't buy a multiple day pass to explore the mountains!
I helped the kitchen staff clean up from breakfast, worked with them on prepping for dinner, played the keyboard, and chatted with a couple of guys for a while. Al both cracked me up and slightly offended me by laughing when I said I was from Canada and throwing out the comment, "A friend of mine says being from Canada is like living in the apartment above a good party." Turns out he worked in Chicago for a while and the quote came from his friend from Michigan. For the rest of the week he simply called me "Canada", as in, "Hey Canada, how was your day?"
In the afternoon I went for a walk with the head cook and assistant cook. We walked along the creek running behind the chalet, up a hill and along a back road. So beautiful and the snow was falling in big, fluffy flakes.
L-R Julie and Heather, our fabulous cooking team.
Evenings at the chalet involved occasional group activities like a quiz night (I'm still impressed that Jenny helped our team get the correct answer to, "What sport has the most fatalities in England?" by giving the answer, "Fishing") or a chocolate fondue involving huge bowls of white, milk, and dark chocolate with trays of fresh fruit and piles of forks. Evenings also usually included smaller groups playing Halli Galli (I was horrible at it) or Uno with rules I'd never heard of before that make the game way more fun. We were all too tired to stay up much past 10:00 p.m. so we didn't have much time to fill anyway.
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Rachel, remember that knee sprain? Wasn't that the first time you met the Piechnik girls?
Hahaha... yeah... that would be the knee sprain! Still bothers me and I think it happened about eight or nine years ago. Good old Piechnik adventures... Rachel's little initiation. It resulted in one of my favourite pictures of myself - big grin in the back of the ambulance as I clutched the laughing gas tube. Fun times.
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