He rescued me from Switzerland... again.

Well, I really don't have much to say today. However, my reservations toward the water park were a little much. I did have fun. And you know, when you are at a water park, and everyone is in their swimsuits, a lot (not all) of the self consciousness seems to drift away. You just have to keep telling yourself, they ate just as many Christmas cookies as you, and tomorrow is the last day of the year! All hail the New Years Resolution!

One funny thing that happened today, that might be worth mentioning was my trip around the whirlpool lazy river. Every 15 minutes this "River" turns on. They misnamed it when they called it a river, even more so when they deemed it lazy. This was the quickest moving pool I have ever been in! Plus it was way, way, wayyyy over capacity. You know the saying "packed like sardines?" Multiply that by, eh, I don't know... twenty five or so! We were almost shoulder to shoulder in this narrow pool. And then it happened!

Steven warned me, don't run into this jet forward, put your back against it. This was probably some of the best advice I have received in a long time, seeing that the swimsuit I brought on vacation with me is my five year old green one that fit before my boobs decided to grow again last year. (Yeah, probably TMI, right?) Anyway, not the suit I should have worn to a water park nevermind out side of the privacy of my own home! Guess I lived up to my "Jersey Shore" name: The Rack.

Okay, back to the pool. I turned my back to the jet and let it push me around the pool! We were all squished together; Steven, Me, Kirsten, Stefan, Chris, and Mari. We went around and around about four times when we all came to the consensus that it was way too crowded and we were ready to go home. Now came the tricky part... getting out of the current and to the narrow calm passage to exit the pool.

Pressure was building... could we do it? More so, could I do it? These are all champs I'm with! A gym teacher, a professional athlete, the swiss for crying out loud! Okay, here we go! On the count of three! One... Two... oh no... wait for it... oh no... Three!!! Everyone makes it, but Kirsten and I. Thank you Jesus for leaving my best friend with me. I can just imagine their thoughts if I was the only one stuck in this pool, floating counter clockwise at such an incredible rate that I felt very little hope of ever getting out. (Keep in mind, this is a swimming pool, not the Rhine River.)

After Kirsten and I realized we couldn't get out, and we prepared for another trip around the pool, and when people began to squeeze up against us because it was just oh so crowded, we began to hysterically laugh. Let me define hysterical, it was the kind of laugh that leaves you crying and wheezing at the same time, but because you are in the water with lots of people and jets and bubbles you are at quite a high risk of drowning.

We rounded the corner, and while holding hands, we began to prepare for another attempt at our escape. Our feet are on the ground, sliding as if we are surfing, so there is no hope in trying to stop with our feet. There is one hand rail by the exit, problem is there are about forty-two little kids holding on to it, completely blocking us from the rest of the group, and our way out. Here it comes! Here it comes!

Cue the laughter and the wheezing as we fly past it yet again. And yet again, people are crammed against us. This time we have to be serious, no kidding around. We will push those kids off the hand rail if need be! They will float away so fast it won't matter anyway! We must get out of this pool!

We come around the corner and I see Stefan waiting there with his hand out for Kirsten. Now, I'm thinking this is great, I'm holding her hand, we will be rescued! Then I begin to think, well, what if he can't pull both of us to safety?! I' m going to have to let go. You know, in all those rock climbing movies, there is the one person who cuts the rope to save the other two? Well I guess I'm going to have to be that person!

As we were getting closer, I was preparing for my next trip around the pool alone, when out of no where I see Steven's hand come reaching out for me! He rescued me from Switzerland AGAIN! First from an Alp when I was in third grade and now from a vicious pool that was trying to claim me forever! My hero! I really do think I owe my life to him! Well, I guess the current would have shut off if I had waited four more minutes, but hey, doesn't it sound much cooler to say I was rescued?! In all reality may not owe my life to him, but I definitely owe my lack of pruny, e.t. skin to him!

With that said, I need to get some shut eye. Tomorrow, well, it is actually 12:35 Swiss time right now, so I guess I can say Today is the last day of the year. I have a lot to accomplish, like sleeping, and probably eating more bread. Good night world. Hello 2010.