When I was in sunny Singapore, I've always loved winter destinations thanks to those dreamy Korean dramas. The snow is always a romantic setting, with the actors twirling around in happiness under the falling snow. Indeed, the snow scape is a beautiful sight, especially the morning after a snowy night. The white snow meets the blue sky at the horizon, and seamlessly fuse into a shade of pink with the sunrise. And with the sun up high, the ground sparkles like heaven just spilled a bucketful of diamonds onto earth!
But when it continues for more than 2 days & nights, it starts to get on my nerves and guts. The Student have to leave for Austin this morning for a week's conference, and found to his horror last night that his flight got cancelled due to bad weather. Nonetheless, we decided to get him to the airport early in the morning to hop on any other flight to other US states instead, since the call lines are all not working on Sunday.
Driving at 7:00 AM on Sunday with a snow blizzard is no fun, all I can do is to follow the faint tyre prints on the ground, and I might very well be driving in the middle of 2 lanes (French roads usually have no barricades to indicate 2 ways, no street lamps on small roads, no barricades to the drain). 20 mins later on a return trip home, there are almost no tyre prints to follow, the snow was fast enough to cover the tracks until the curb sides. Standing under the falling snow, it wasn't romantic at all...
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