Yesterday I was looking forward to buying my season ticket like a child, but unfortunately the counter with the nice saleswoman was already closed. Ok - one more sleep. So this morning, full of anticipation, a quarter of an hour too early at the ticket office, then the time had come: the ski pass printing machine spit out my season pass and found the rightful owner (me) on the other side of the window. Now there was no stopping me, off to the slopes. There were a few complications at the first turnstile, but no matter, it was the success that counted, I was in.
Whether it's a season ticket or a day ticket, it gives you quick and easy access to a huge playground. Today I picked up the season ticket, a few years ago it was a day ticket. In both cases, the joy was and is simply huge and the urge to finally get started is almost unstoppable.
