The main problem was that I couldn't figure out how to stop. On the main slope, you only had about ten feet to stop until you went ploughing into the crowd waiting at the bottom. That, combined with the slippery, wet snow, led to a truly nerve wracking first-skiing experience.
After some experience, I learned that crashing into snow hurt less than crashing into people.
After a while, I mastered the controlled crash. I would just go faster and faster, and when I felt I was going faster than I could control, I would try to turn uphill slightly and end up with my face in the snow. I probably spend more time skiing in the slope than on the slope, but I had a good time.
Keren had some crash-related problems as well. But she seemed to pick it up a lot faster. As a matter of fact, everyone seemed to pick it up a lot faster.
This is what people who know what they're doing look like.
But for now, I'll stick to hiking.