I was skiing in that famous Niseko powder snow up to my knees, floating on air, when I heard "Don't hurry love, you'll just have to wait. . . ." Ah, Phil Collins. My cell phone was ringing. I ignored it and continued skiing down. ". . . it's a game of give and take. . . ."
At the bottom of the mountain, I checked my phone to see who had called. It was my parents calling from the U.S. I knew they would call back so I hurried home, because the only thing I love more than fresh powder snow, is my parents.
"Hello! How is Japan? How is Niseko?" they said excitedly.