Cold!

Though we were assured by various internet sources, and by several Beijingers that snow was extremely uncommon here, we awoke on Sunday morning to a sky full of fluffy white flakes. When I first looked out the window, it appeared to be nothing more than a light dusting. Small potatoes for a New Englander! I smugly strapped on my sneakers and bundled myself in a scarf and panta and headed to work. No sissy taxis or subways for me! Within ten minutes of leaving the house I began to realize that this had been a mistake. The lack of drainage and slippery sidewalks in Beijing made for a slushy, treacherous walk. The snow continued to pound down from the sky during the whole walk to work, through my hour and a half class, and beyond. Bobleo and our friend Matt had planned to meet me after my class, and I stupidly agreed to meet them at a nearby Starbucks that I had never visited before. I wound up wondering around CBD for over an hour in search of a Starbucks that turned out to be on another road entirely. I was so cold and wet by the time we finally found each other that it killed all novelty the snow had first held. The wet, slushy, pile had mounded up to several inches by then, and underneath it had melted entirely on contact with the still warm, November ground.

We headed back to Matt’s place after that, and stuck our shoes in his oven to dry. I am quite jealous of his oven by the way – they are hardly standard commodities in Beijing apartments. We curled up on the couch and watched movies and ate scrambled eggs for the rest of the afternoon. Not a bad way to end a snowy day.

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