Dillon was going skiing in the Pyrenees with the boy he lived with and his friends and had asked me if I wanted to go as like a last Spanish experience of the semester and of course I said "heck yeah". We got up early that morning and I met them at the train station, the ride was pretty short to the mountain and then we all got of the train and ran to a place were buses would pick us up to take us to the mountain. We got our gear and went to the first lift line which was very odd because it wasn't really a line it was just kind of a mob of people and I wasn't used to seeing this because in Colorado they are so organized, next when we were getting on the chair lift it was very different too and me and Dillon both almost fell over. You had to go on a conveyer belt that moved you along with until the chair knocked into you and took you up the mountain. The mountain was actually pretty big and had some good snow. We went to the very top and it was so damn windy and cold that we only did that once. We had a great day of skiing with Spanish students and headed home a little earlier than the other kids because we were so tired. Skiing in Spain was definitely an experience and I loved every minute of it.