We went to Hakuba (which is part of Nagano Prefecture where Japan has hosted the Winter Olympics twice) for about a week over break. While I wasn't begging to go skiing for our winter holiday, the moment the kids stepped into the snow, I knew John had made the right decision.
Growing up in Connecticut, I had always been around snow. Not big beautiful, mountainous, there-is-snow-on the ground for five months kind of snow, but still, I definitely had many experiences in the snow as a kid.
|Maximo in lessons using his "idgy widgy" or "pizza maker"|
|Lola catching snow on her tongue|
|"This is going to be the best day ever"|
Maximo took three mornings of lessons and was skiing semi-independently by the end of the three days, John's skiing level improved greatly over the three days. After the first day of lessons (and my third time skiing), I decided to not put Lola into daycare again and hang out with her and sled and play in the snow. I really don't love skiing. It does not come naturally to me and as an (has -been) athlete, it is frustrating. I don't love the sensation of going down the hill, although it is beautiful. So, I'll try again some other time when Lola is older and in her own lessons.
Hakuba, to a foreigner living in Japan, is kind of Bizarroland. There are SO MANY foreigners, especially Australians. There are many direct flights from Australia straight to Hakuba and it's definitely a destination vacation. There were many times we didn't even feel like we were in Japan. There was English everywhere, even taxi drivers spoke good English, everyone around us could actually understand everything we were saying and I only saw chopsticks at one of the restaurants we went to (or they just automatically offered us forks and knives).
|Dinner with the Welbes Family every night.|