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March 22, 2007
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A colleague just back from a ski vacation in
me that there was little snow on the ground. We
were skiing on dirt and grass he told me a few days
before I set out for a meeting in Kitzbuehel. So I flew
over with my
hopes in check, my expectations managed.
But as Lufthansa flew me over the Atlantic,
snow fell hard on the Tyrolian Alps. Best snowfall
of the year yesterday, my driver told me
as we pulled away from Munich Flughavn.
On the way
up the mountain, he told me about a guy from Dubai
he had driven up the same road a few months earlier.
It had been night, and the passenger lit up when he
saw the moonlight sparkling off the white outside.
"Is that snow?" he asked. The driver told him it was.
The passenger asked the driver to pull over when he
could, and when the car stopped, the man in his early
40s stepped out, cupped snow, and brought it to his
face. "It is the first time I've seen real snow."
As last year, I was able to squeeze in a terrific
and memorable afternoon on the powdery slopes of
Kitzbuehel's Hahnenkamm between arriving and
7pm welcome cocktails.