Had a really nice evening when Patrick and Berry and I went to the local Kebab place. Yes, there is one of these even in tiny, quaint little Ehrwald. Over kebabs, late at night, after a long day of work and an afternoon of Apres-Ski drinks, we had a long philosophical argument. This was the standard philosophical argument that I constantly find myself getting into. It consists of something along the lines of humans are better than animals, but animals live a purer simpler happier existence, but animals don't feel emotions like happiness, but then what is the difference between humans and animals, animals just live to reproduce, we live for something more, well we should live for less, etc etc etc. I won't go into it in too much depth for fear of boring the tens of thousands of people reading this blog but it was an incredible talk, very inconclusive but totally satisfying.

Later in the evening we wander back to the ski slopes to inspect the jump that we have spent the last few days building. We are worried that the snowploughs have destroyed this jump like they did the first one, even though we asked the ski school to ask them not to. We wander up the icy slope in the dead of night, hollering the wonderful chords of Bohemian Rhapsody in perfect harmony with pitch-perfect precision and rocking out at the head banging section. We find the jump huge (as we left it) and very icy (not how we left it). Patrick even has the guts to strap on his snowboard (which he never seems to set down) and go sailing through the darkness and the ice, with incredible bravery. Awesome.

These kind of funny quirky wonderful little evenings make up much of the existence here.