I woke up late today, sore from yesterday’s skiing (evidently there are quite a few muscles I haven’t put through any type of labor in a long time); it was hard for me to get out of bed, but I eventually did at about 10:00; I then got dressed, grabbed my skis, and bought my ski pass for the day. I started skiing at about 11:00. The wind was blowing harder today than yesterday and I was glad I had another layer of clothing covering my torso, but now I wished that I had had additional layers for my legs and torso (at least while riding on the ski lift, when I was most exposed). Eventually, the wind up on the mountain became so intense, many of the ski lifts shut down for the day and soon I was skiing down the same piste over and over again. For lunch, I stopped at one of the restaurants on the mountain, next to a piste, and had a beer. In time, a couple of lifts were put back in operation, but since I was underdressed, cold, tired from yesterday, and half the resort was shut down because of the wind, I decided to stop skiing at about 14:00, having only been at it for three hours. I then returned to my hotel room, showered, dressed, and relaxed in front of the television. After dark, I walked out to the Intercontinental hotel and had dinner at their restaurant (hummus with eggplant, bread, spaghetti with tomato and meat sauce, and beer). After dinner, I walked back to my room and had a bottle of Lebanese wine made from Grenache, Cinsault, Carignan, and Syrah; it wasn’t particularly good and tasted of melon, plum, musk, and leather. I watched some television, relaxed, and then went to sleep.