The First of November; The First Snow

I was determined rain, hail or snow to get to my 8am class on Wednesday morning. A brisk minus four degrees and snow left me regretting such determination. I even left my gloves at home, meaning my bike hurtled me towards class at an unprecedented pace.

I made the class, but stared out the window at the snow falling. The english kids Dave and Chris found this thoroughly hilarious; clearly they are used to snow falling. "This is like the height of summer in England" says Dave, with his self-deprecating English wit.

We resolved that Wednesday was a snow day, and that basically meant being as lazy as possible at all costs. We ate the pumpkin we used for Halloween. That's right, Halloween. I think it's the first time I realised it was Halloween before it was over. The english and continental europeans were all over it, and Chris invested 25kroner in a big orange pumpkin which he called Jeffery. I'm not sure why. Chris and Jenny hacked at Jeffery with a big knife until he resembled a fierce-looking jack-o-lantern as a backdrop for a Halloween dinner. Anyway, his insides were cooked into a hearty pumpkin soup with cheese and creme fraiche on our snow day. Amazing stuff on a cold, cold day.