Today was the last day in Whistler. Time flies when I am happy. I went up Blackcomb mountain until noon, and took a walk in the village and the forest in the afternoon. My youngest daughter, Annlie, wanted to join the ski school. I was so surprised to know that. She can't speak English very well. She certainly doesn't have a fearful bone in her body. She must have thought the way of teaching skiing at the Whistler ski school was completely different from that of Japan. We sometimes came across the ski school group when we were skiing or were on the ski lift. They sometimes showed up from the woods or somewhere we didn't think was a skiing place. They were really enjoying the snow. The instructors were showing not only how to ski but also how enjoyable the snow was. After getting back from school, Annlie said that she wanted to go back next year and get into the school, and she would learn English more and more to make friends with English speaking people. After a gorgeous dinner and a jacuzzi, I started packing the bags. I had to get back down to earth.
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