The ice skating tradition
“Mom, can we go ice skating again?” That phrase, uttered every year by my kids, strikes fear into my heart. Even just the word “ice skate” triggers my leg cramps. That said, when I was young I spent nearly every winter Wednesday morning at the ice rink. I carved up the smooth ice to the sounds of Madonna, Wham and Aha, hand in hand with my friends. But with kids in tow, it’s another matter. It begins with an unbelievably wobbly hike from the changing rooms to the rink. It’s as though we’re dancing clumsily across an invisible sea of eggshells. But this type of physical coordination has to be learned – and that’s why we’re here. Our local ice rink is the Dolder in Zurich. The place where my children’s grandmother once learned to skate. And since I’m a sucker for tradition, I’m going to lace up my skates again this year and do a few laps of the ice at Zürichberg. If necessary, I’ll just grab on to one of those polar bear skating aids to give my calves a rest.
Multifunctional and modern: the Zielbau Arena is an ice rink and event venue that not only offers top notch skating, but also modern facilities, fabulous acoustics and multifunctional infrastructure.