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To The good Michael:
I hope that the story with the dog ain't true.
I can bark and I can meow very convincingly. Once in Argentières (which is by Chamonix in the French Alps, on my first snowboarding trip, which turned out to be a life-altering and life-defining experience) we were getting whiskey shots for free and I had about 18 and afterwards when we were walking back to the chalet (which was a tiny hut, nothing fancy) suddenly I was on all fours and a friend asks “Maria, what are you doing? Are you about to be sick?“ (yeah, right), but what I did was run on all fours and climb on a natural ice wall and roll down from up there, and another friend started imitating me while barking. That was when I still couldn't even properly ride. The barking at the parking lot incident (in Les 2 Alpes, a French glacier over Grenoble where one can ride in the summer) involved climbing up and jumping 360° off car's hoods. I was jumping 360° off trucks and my then boyfriend jumped off a bus' roof. But in the last years I've stopped jumping rotations off tall obstacles without my board, as it was resulting in almost permanently having a torn kneeband from all possible directions (left, right, the front, the back). Now I only jump off kickers and obstacles WITH my board, and when it's icy sometimes I even choose to land on my butt, to spare my knees.
But actually a torn kneeband is not so bad, one can still walk with a twisted knee. What's more of a biggie is an injury to the ankle. I've only had one ankle injury so far, from stupidly jumping high off a longboard and landing on sand as hard as cement at the end of my riding a tiny wave in small conditions in Portugal (which is invariably when one gets injured, because in “big“ conditions one's concentrating at 110% and engaging in economy of effort), and it took about 2 months until I was able to walk again normally. Initially I thought it was broken, it made this sick thud, but thank God it wasn't. There's no way one can lift the leg from the ground with a severe ankle injury.
I hope that the story with the dog ain't true.
I can bark and I can meow very convincingly. Once in Argentières (which is by Chamonix in the French Alps, on my first snowboarding trip, which turned out to be a life-altering and life-defining experience) we were getting whiskey shots for free and I had about 18 and afterwards when we were walking back to the chalet (which was a tiny hut, nothing fancy) suddenly I was on all fours and a friend asks “Maria, what are you doing? Are you about to be sick?“ (yeah, right), but what I did was run on all fours and climb on a natural ice wall and roll down from up there, and another friend started imitating me while barking. That was when I still couldn't even properly ride. The barking at the parking lot incident (in Les 2 Alpes, a French glacier over Grenoble where one can ride in the summer) involved climbing up and jumping 360° off car's hoods. I was jumping 360° off trucks and my then boyfriend jumped off a bus' roof. But in the last years I've stopped jumping rotations off tall obstacles without my board, as it was resulting in almost permanently having a torn kneeband from all possible directions (left, right, the front, the back). Now I only jump off kickers and obstacles WITH my board, and when it's icy sometimes I even choose to land on my butt, to spare my knees.
But actually a torn kneeband is not so bad, one can still walk with a twisted knee. What's more of a biggie is an injury to the ankle. I've only had one ankle injury so far, from stupidly jumping high off a longboard and landing on sand as hard as cement at the end of my riding a tiny wave in small conditions in Portugal (which is invariably when one gets injured, because in “big“ conditions one's concentrating at 110% and engaging in economy of effort), and it took about 2 months until I was able to walk again normally. Initially I thought it was broken, it made this sick thud, but thank God it wasn't. There's no way one can lift the leg from the ground with a severe ankle injury.
, or, as the French said, “Dessous le pavé, c'est la plage“. 
Would have been a slightly differentiated Dr. Bond deed...
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