A few of things to point out here: 1. Romeo is ice skating in his Jordan’s 2. that jacket was my dad’s and i remember him wearing it when i was Nico’s age 3. he has fantasy’s of being a hockey player
(and can you see how intense Nico is? he cracks me up- he was really trying to understand this snow/ice thing)
I grew up in Texas. It snowed a few times when I was growing up. There is a photo of my brother and I attempting to build a snow man out of the white ground cover that fell on our yard overnight. It was a pitiful sight. Frosty didn’t make it long. So when I moved to Germany I was a little nervous. First, let me say, I imagined ARCTIC SNOW, Siberia style. I was pleasantly surprised by the German winters (no where close to Siberian)… and really excited about my first one.
I remember waking up and looking out of my kitchen window into the valley and seeing everything covered in white. It was breathtaking. I set out to find the perfect snow boot (because a girl needs the right shoes, right? first thing’s first) so I walked down to the village enjoying the snow crunching beneath my feet every step of the way. The next day I put my boots on and headed out early to run some errands. When I returned to my parking spot later that afternoon it was covered with snow. Up to my bumper snow. (This is the part of the story that my Texas upbringing needs to be called to the forefront of your mind. My only experience with large piles of snow was in the form of shaved ice for SNOW CONES… white, fluffy, & soft) With my understanding of snow as a (really poor) reference I swung my car wide and tried to pull into my parking space. I HIT A WALL… OF SNOW. It wasn’t soft and fluffy… It was frozen. Um, like snow is. Wow. I literally stayed safe all day driving in the snow to come home and crash parking in the snow.
My neighbor, who was from Chicago, was conveniently taking a smoke break outside as I pulled in. She witnesed the whole thing, and fell over laughing hysterically. I was stunned. I even hit my face on my steering wheel (and thanked God the airbags didn’t deploy!). I opened up my door and stood outside in shock and blurted out in outrage,
“It’s snow! I thought it was soft! What is the deal? What do I do? I can’t even park my car!”
She dried up the laughter and with the most serious face she could muster said,
“Well Texas, you have to shovel it.”
at that moment I realized that Texas was synonymous for idiot… and that is exactly what I felt like.
That was the day my love affair with snow ended. I was over it. Shoveling snow is for the birds.
I have many other snow stories from our time in Germany and they all teach the same lesson.
So when the snow and ice fall here in North Texas (as it has for the past several days), you better believe Texas has her boots on (same ones) and is crunching around ON FOOT with my Misters by my side.