Till recently, I never believed the person who said ‘there is no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong jacket’. Having spent most of my life in a city where the weather band is 20 – 40 degrees, things like snow, sweaters, scarves and such is as alien to me as wearing a bikini is to an Eskimo. But, I’ve surprised myself. Having taken my baby steps on snow just a couple of weeks back and not turned into a frozen Indian snow woman was enough encouragement to keep me excited through the first few days of the much awaited winter in Europe. I’m living the seasons. I’m loving it.
So, here is my take on winter and things I love about it so far…
Natural black and white pictures… it feels like the entire scenery has turned black and white. Ofcourse, some people call this grey and depressing. I am still too excited about the landscape.
I used to think that footprints in the sand was the best thing ever. Till I stomped around Fuschl making bootprints on snow. Love the soft crunching sound everytime you step on the snow.
In normal circumstances, having a beer is an excuse to meet a friend. I guess with winter, meeting a friend is an excuse to have another cup of hot chocolate or mulled wine. Either way, warm things and friends go well together.
The fact that half the world things these ‘Ugg’ boots are a fashion statement. Or not. It cracks me up either way to think that surfers in Australia wore these boots to keep their feet warm and now, they are a winter rage all over the world. Everytime I see someone wearing this, I automatically have a mental image of a hot Aussie surfer with just these boots on. Anyway, I am not spending the money I saved for an air ticket to Cuba on a pair of shoes. Thank you, but no Thank you. Since we are in the topic of clothing and shoes, I have to say that I am huge fan of winter because everyone looks equally thin or fat and you can hide your face behind those furry hats and make funny expressions.
Snow makes you do foolish things. If you notice the copious amounts of snow on the board and the fake balancing act, you would have figured that I spent half the time with my ass on the snow. Blame it on first snowboarding lesson or just on the fact that I wasn’t born Austrian. If I can’t figure out this sport, atleast I’ll master the art of falling.
Ok. If you haven’t figured it out yet, most of the above pictures were taken in Austria….. It’s a white fairytale land. When I find out things I like about the London winter, I’ll let you know. Don’t wait for the post!