With all the snow that has been falling in Turkey, and in Canada, I am really missing my white winters.
Our first winter in Belgium was a weird one, there was actually snow, and not just a little bit, but a lot of snow, it was wonderful. It also happened over the Christmas break, so we had a white Christmas.
It is also the first Christmas that Alara really remembers, so now, she finds it so strange when there is no snow at Christmas (poor kid…)
Our landlord told us that it wasn’t normal, that in the past fifty years he could only remember one other winter like that one.
And for the past two years the winters we have been living the ‘real’ Belgian winter.
It’s cold, not freezing, but cold.
It’s damp, and often there is rain, and the rain is cold.
Worst of all, it is grey. There is a real lack of sun.
Now sometimes, like this weekend, the call for snow.
And sometimes, that snow comes!
And then within a few hours it quickly turns to rain, and we are back to our typical Belgian winter.
Now, I’m not complaining about living here in Belgium, I actually really love it, but one does get tired of the rain.
So, while you are sitting in our house, with the snow falling outside, thinking about having to shovel your drive way, or dreaming of a snow day…
Think of me, getting out my rain boots and umbrella to walk to Alara’s school to pick her up.
She never has a snow day!