Well, this week was moved. First I’m gonna tell you a little about what I did. I spent Wednesday night at Austin’s Airport. I’m not a fan of sleeping at airports, but my flight was at 06:00 a.m. and if I took the first bus on Thursday I wouldn’t had made it on time.  I also wanted to save money; a taxi would have cost me around 30 bucks. So, that was it, I slept barely an hour and arrived around 7:30 at Denver. I took a shuttle from Denver to Winter Park, a really small town which is dedicated exclusively to winter sports, and arrived at 10:30. Santi, one of my best friends, was waiting me to get to the mountain and start skiing. That was pretty much what I did from Thursday to Saturday: skiing and relaxing. Then, on Sunday, I ate the biggest breakfast that I have eaten in my whole life with a guy called Ian and headed to Denver. I spent the whole day walking through Denver by myself and had a really great time. My favorite part of the city was the Capitol, which has a huge golden rooftop. At 8:00 p.m. I took a plane back to Austin and arrived at the Towers at 00:30 approximately, starving and very tired, but happier than ever because of the great time I had had in Colorado.

To sum up, this long weekend was great; I could meet a lot of people, practice my favorite sport and get to know a new city. But now I’m gonna tell you about what most caught my attention during my trip: people. This word by itself explains nothing; the lifestyle of Winter Park residents was totally new for me. To start with, during the year, Winter Park has approximately 1.000 inhabitants; I’m being serious when I say it’s really small. I can’t describe the qualities of the residents with just one adjective, but they were kind, polite and very sociable at the same time. For example, each time that I walked past someone on the street, they salute you, smile and many times start a conversation. They also recognize you as a foreigner with just looking at you: “This town isn’t exactly your backyard, isn’t it?” told me a guy while I was walking in the street. Another great example was on the lifts. One day I skied alone for some hours because Santi was working. On every lift that I took, people started talking, and everyone explained how where their days going so far. In most of them people even invited me to ski with them and offered to show me the mountain, as well as giving me recommendations on where to go and what to visit. I found amazing how natural it was for them, this obviously doesn’t happen in Bariloche where I always ski. I think that they socialize so naturally because, as they are a small community, they rely on each other.