It’s been really really cold all the time. Until today.
Up until today, I had felt a little duped by this whole Mediterranean promise. Where were all the pleasant Italian moments basking in the long rays of sunshine? So it’s wintertime, but at least a coffee on the terrace during a mild january sunset? I had my first one today…. I shouldn’t complain though, all the sweeter for the waiting.
Especially after a blizzard shutdown the freeway on sunday and everybody had a little freakout. (They stopped the entire 3 lanes of traffic and I waited for an hour for one, count him one, policeman to ask me if I was carrying chains on board. Give me liberty or give me death!)
The hard dirt that is everywhere in the village is now muddy and ubiquitous. I’ve prepared some fruit trees for planting. Cherries, apricots, mandarins! so there’s promise of spring! I’m ready!
I’ve discovered a little side road that goes out to the river that runs behind my house about a kilometer off. Today I took a little gaggle of the village children on an ‘english walk’ to the river, theoretically conversing exclusively in english. We sang the ‘you smell like a monkey’ version of the birthday song and crushed melting ice with our muddy boots. good times.