This morning, the temperature was just below zero, and it has been a routine for the past few days that Nathan gets up and turn the heat on before we actually wake up. There are radiators in each room, and we heat up our bedroom, kitchen, entry hall, and bathroom. We keep the doors closed to the other two rooms that we barely use, but it still takes a long time to heat up the apartment. It is fine for me as I grew up without a central heating, but Nathan is constantly cold even with a thick sweatshirt on. I am knitting a pair of socks for him in alpaca, with a hope they will keep his toes toasty.
The surrounding mountains at lower altitudes are turning their colours into bright yellow, orange and red, while the top of the mountains particularly Belledonne is white. A part of the Chartreuse which I call "a cupcake," now looks like as if it has been dusted with some powder sugar. I cannot wait to go skiing. I guess the last time I skied was in Whistler in 2003!? My skiing career started with my mom and dad at the age of 13. My dad put me on the lift after sort of teaching me how to stop, and said, "Now, go down the hill." That's where I got the idea, you can kind of do it if you do it anyways. So far, so good, Dad. I am still alive!
"Les vacances de la Toussaint (All Saints)" started this Monday, and students are off school until next Thursday. In search of free internet, I am again at the McDonald's which is FILLED with children. I wish the wifi connection at the library was reliable and faster. Nathan and I are thinking about visiting Lyon for the weekend if we can still find an accommodation. The trains are still affected by the strike, so careful planning is a must. I thought about driving, but finding gas might be a problem.
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Still - we wish we could trade places with you. It is January in Saskatchewan! We are in the middle of a major blizzard which started yesterday in the early morning.
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