The joys and pains derived from cold.

It was named after the queen of the United Kingdom, drawing its culture and rich heritage from Great Britain. Victoria, BC is famous for its vast number of sail boats and incredible ships that make life appear waterborne and ultimately fancify the multitudinous waters of the Pacific Ocean. The ocean waters are ever cold with a propensity to send a chill down your spine. Where I was now, in Metchosin, a lady walked up to me because she realized I was exotic. “You must be cold, eh?” said the lady, “I’m sorry, my name is Joan” She was as kind as the sun in Heaven, offering freely without being asked. I began to become more aware of my surroundings; it was astonishing to have so many selfless people acting kind towards a stranger. I was humbled by the conduct of these people—conscientious yet genial. I spent a week in one of their homes and this opened the way for an unforgettable adventure.
After a consensus was reached to go for a ski trip, we set off, one snowy day. The paves were all covered in white and a few trucks showed commitment in clearing the snow. The drives were scenic all the way to Mount Washington. I laid back and relaxed in the heated up seat. Confronting the snowfall and skimming over the riskily smooth road, the car was like a snowmobile on an icy mountain slope. This was my first time to see snow and I could not wait to get there. When we reached the bottom of the ski resort, it was much colder; it was -8 degrees. This was cold enough to make a newbie lose his fingers but the magnificence of the mountain ranges adorned with snow-covered trees made me put all the coldness of the place aside and focus on my overarching goal—skiing. The skis were on and now I felt like one of those professional skiers in the Olympics—after all, Canada has some of the best in the world. Gliding over on snow was by no means comparable to riding a bike downhill on a wet road—I was in for some real difficulty. After a few trials which involved falling and getting up, and not forgetting marveling at the neck of the woods, I was finally ready to go down unaided. This was not a flowery cake walk but I managed to surmount it, drawing applause from my host who later bought me pizza to savor upon as we were heading home—a place appreciably cordial and much saner than the mountains. This day do I, up to now, cherish as being memorable.