ICE MOUNTAIN & WATERLOOWe made it to ICE MOUNTAIN Saturday late afternoon and bought the 2 hour pass. We were prepared to fill out all kinds of forms in French and sign our life away like you do in the U.S. but all they asked for was our first name and we were on our way. Again, they don't know the word LIABILITY here.

I'll just go ahead and tell you - it was a semi-disaster. I say semi b/c by my third and last time up, I finally grasped the concept of "snow plow" and "turning." Scott's is a very good teacher. He went down the hill backwards most of the time just to keep me from hurting myself further. Here's a recap of my three times down:

• I wasn't so muched worried about getting down the mountain my first time up but, more worried how I was going to get up it. They don't have ski lifts since it's indoors but instead a tow-rope-pull-thing. You have to grab the handle when one comes by and strap it around you and it pulls you up the slope. I held on for dear life and it pulled me up to the top. Much to my surprise, I successfully went up all three times. I never got the thing behind me to pull me up easily, instead I held on which is why my arms are killing me today! At the top the first time, I chickened out and Scott went down by himself and met me up at the top again. This time I went for it. Half way down I was on my butt doing a few 360's in the snow. Scott said at least the fall looked cool.
• My next time time up Scott had a new theory, he would go backwards and guide me teaching me to turn and stop correctly. (Apparently, my way wasn't working) Somewhere down the slope I got out of his reach and was knocked to a stop by the ski jump which is a large block of ice. All I could think was "oh, good, something to stop me..." but then at the last minute the ice block started to look very hard and my last thought before my jaw slammed into it was, "please let this be soft!" (It's wasn't - it's still swollen today!)
• My last time up I did finally start to understand the concepts but still fell and this time due to exhaustion could not get up to save my life. Scott helped me up, we finished the slope and I went to the chalet...where I belonged.

Unfortunately, I will not be skiing in Colorado. I will be snuggly warm, safely sitting in the chalet waiting for Scott to come back and tell me all about his adventures. I will live vicariously through him with skiing from this point on!

Ever heard of the Battle of Waterloo with Napoleon? It was held here. This mount, Butte de Lion, is in memory of the battle.
We walked up the 226 steps to see the battlefield site and a view of the town of Waterloo. You may be thinking it all looks like farm-land. Yep, that's what most of Belgium looks like. Cows, sheep, and horses are usually what you see on the highways.

Waterloo is where most of the Americans and British live that have kids because the only English speaking school is there. In Waterloo we found a sign that caught our eye - AMERICAN AND BRITISH FOOD HERE! We quickly made a U-turn and went into the gas station and found OREOS, JIF Peanut Butter, Pop Tarts, Bisquick and things we take for granted everyday all stacked on this little shelf. The only down fall was the JIF was 5.99 euro, the OREOS, 8.99 euro...everything was waaaaayyy over priced. Plus, you have to add the 1.29 exchange rate...making it really expensive. We did buy a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup and an A&W Root Beer (you can't get either any where else) and split it. It was Yummy!

Someone have a Chick-fil-A sandwich for me this week and a Quizno's for Scott!