Now, I'm not much of a winter lover. I don't really like being cold. I can handle around 15 degrees celcius [60 F for my US friends] for about a month and then that's it. Ideally my favourite weather would be about 28 [82 F] during the day and then 13 [55F] at night for snuggling under a doona. Thankfully I live in a country where I don't have to worry about being cold too often.
Then there are these people who go to the snow for their holidays. Snow + holidays = crazy. Why be cold and wet while you're on holidays?? Beach and sun are for holidays. Skiing, snowboarding, sledding, ice skating and any other snow sport are equally insane. This is probably because the few times I have tried these sports I have failed miserably. The last time I tried snow boarding my instructor informed me that I was the worst person on the mountain, unfortunately he was right. After that I hung up my [rented] skis for good.
It is strange to me then, that every time the Winter Olympics comes on I'm hypnotised. I don't know what they are doing, how they do it or even why they do it, but I find it fascinating. It's like a foreign language - lugeing, bobsled, aerials, moguls - exotic, strange and yet romantic.