Zermatt

What a quick few days we've had here. Some of the highlights:
• Teaching Saar how to ski (thanks to my excellent instruction, he was expertly navigating beginner runs - which are nothing like beginner runs in Michigan - by the end of the day)
• Riding up the mountain in gondolas (so much more comfortable than chairlifts!)
• Seeing a ram (or at least I think that's what it was) on a chairlift ride up the mountain
• Trying to ski down steep, long runs in deep powder at an elevation of 4000m (this is incredibly tiring to try to do)
• The following conversation I had with this 8-year-old I met on the chairlift:
○ Kid (before I made up my mind as to whether I would introduce myself or continue listening to my iPod): So where are you from?
○ Me: The US
○ Kid: Cool, me too. Which state?
○ Me: Michigan… what about you?
○ Kid: New York. So how long have you been skiing?
○ Me: Since I was about your age. You?
○ Kid: Six years.
○ Me: How old are you now?
○ Kid: Eight. So where else have you skied?
○ Me: Only the States.
○ Kid: Oh. You should go to [some resort in Europe whose name I didn't recognize]. Is this your first time in Switzerland?
○ Me: Yes.
○ Kid: Do you speak German?
○ Me: Not really, no.
○ Kid: What languages do you speak?
○ Me: A little Spanish. What about you?
○ Kid: Oh me, too. And also German, French, and Italian.
I don't really remember what else was said, but those are the good parts. Seriously, I'm pretty sure this is going to be our future president.