I thought I would write about my final run today. Today I went out with music and headphones, which was an utterly wonderful experience. Now, in addition to blazing sunshine, glistening snow, the gorgeous alps, and the beautiful village below, I had killer music to top it all off. For the jumping (mentioned in the last entry) it was crucial to have music to pump me up and quell my nerves and clear my mind, and I was helped through the jumps by things like the hoarse shouts and jumping drums of Vampire Weekend's A-Punk, the rhythmic pounding guitar of Rodrigo y Gabriela's Ddiablo Rojo, and the leaping frenzy of Modest Mouse's Dashboard (not to mention the fitting lyrics; everytime I made it over the jump the song would get to the line "well it woulda been, coulda been, worse than you could ever know."). After the jumping I went for a few runs on my own. I had an incredible run listening to the straight Rocking Out of Franz Ferdinand's Turn It On, which added some intense ferocity and speed to my form on the snowboard. The next run was fantastic, listening to the pounding bass and synthetic soundwaves of MGMT's Electric Feel. And then came the final run of the day: as the lifts ground to a halt, I flowed down the slopes listening to Andrea Bocelli sing La Donna e Mobile from Verdi's Rigoletto. It was, quite simply sublime. A little Mozart polished the whole thing off as I arrived back at the Ski School, and I listened to Cat Stevens as I walked home, utterly exhausted and very happy.