The town was quite posh, with lots of upscale boutiques and overpriced but fun little bars and restaurants. We probably know the town better than almost anyone, because we spent so much time walking around the streets. Why were we doing this, instead of skiing, you ask? Well, it's a funny story that unfortunately I've told pretty often so you probably know it. Of course, it all begins with Somchai, who insisted we come to Kitzbuhel because he was such a great skiier from his many trips to Utah, and he knew he would be sooo much better than me. You probably know where this is going...