But I am not complaining. Not really, because there was a lot of snow this year. You see, in this part of Europe, winter usually means rain and heavy storms, so when Netherlands become Narnia-land, we frolic in the snow like people from the tropics.
Every year the Dutch from the North of the country, in Friesland particularly, are wishing for a real winter so that they can hold their ice skating competition (Elfstedentocht). And every year, their hearts get broken because it hardly gets freezing cold here.
But this year was an exception. In early December the first snow storm came and blanketed the whole country in immaculate white powder. It lasted for only two days but nobody minded. There still wasn’t any Elfstedentoch but many canals froze, and people went crazy skating on natural ice especially in Amsterdam.
When my mother came in February, we went on a quick weekend getaway in Willingen, Germany. The weather was gorgeous, with blue skies and sunny, albeit cold, -12 degrees cold. So there was no fresh powder but thick, hard snow and ice. She enjoyed it nonetheless. After all, this is the first time she ever saw snow.
And then last week, the “beast from the east” turned the country into a winter wonderland again. My mother played with the snow like a child. It was beautiful to see. It felt like accomplishing something bigger than a college diploma.
Anyway, this text is getting long for a snapshot post. Here are some photos I took this winter, all in the snow (because who wants to see photos of rain and storm anyway?). Raw, unedited, straight from my camera and my iPhone. This winter might have just topped my winter in Russia on my most memorable list yet.