As we made our way back to the hotel, my stomach growled, reminding me of just how long it had been since I'd had anything remotely satisfying to eat.
Maeve and Maya were ahead, both chatting animatedly about the spread they were hoping for at lunch.
The thought of food lifted my spirits a bit, making the daunting idea of skiing fade just slightly into the background.
"Think they'll have that creamy mushroom soup like last night?" Maeve was asking, and Maya laughed.
"They have to! That's my favorite thing so far! Oh, and those little pastries!"
I could feel myself relax as they talked about the food. Skiing might be terrifying, but lunch?
Lunch I could handle. Food had a way of grounding me, of giving me something to focus on other than my nerves, and the idea of something delicious waiting for us made me feel, well, safer somehow.
