ESTEY SAYS:
Wow--sounds impressive and beautiful (even if the snow is a little soggy).
I hope this "blog" allows me to leave this "comment", as I don't have a Google account and don't want to sign up for something else! You look great (I perused the photos) and was so IMPRESSED by your 19.3 mile (50 km) walk!!! Sounds like a great experience.
Praying for you--
Love,
Estey
I wrote this blog yesterday but for some reason it didn´t get posted. It started snowing yesterday morning in Pamplona! It was freezing and it just snowed a little, but enough to halt our day of sports and outdoor activity we had planned to celebrate St. Joseph´s day. It was a big holiday and we didn´t have any school!
It snowed a little more in the afternoon but I had to head out to run some errands. I felt like that little girl in that kids´book about a mother who is a seamstress and she sews a dress for the princess´ball. She just barely finishes on the day that the ball is going to take place and she worked so hard that she falls ill and the little girl (I think her name is Wendy) has to carry the dress in a box through the snow to the princess´place. On the cover of the book, there is an illustration of this little girl plowing diligently through the snowstorm holding the dress box, with her umbrella perpendicular to the ground blocking the force of the wind and snow. At one point in my stroll down Pio XII (pronounced "do-se"), I identified with the little girl so strongly as my umbrella nearly blew out of my mittened hands. I ran my errands without many other eventful occuraces.
Today though, it is snowing buckets! It has been snowing since I woke up and it´s still snowing now: 4 hours later! I say that it is snowing buckets because the snow is practically the consistency of rain. When it hits the ground, and we walk on it, it is like snow cone ice shavings. Instead of hearing the deft and crisp crunch of walking in the snow, a rather unromantic sploshing noise prevails on campus today. Luckily, Lucia waterproofed my boots before I left, but I think they will need a new coat after today. I took a picture when I opened my window this morning to see what the weather was like and I will put it up as soon as I can. I also took another picture of the statue of St. Josemaría in the middle of the central building because it looks like he is wearing a little white chapela, the little black berets that the Basques wear.
It snowed a little more in the afternoon but I had to head out to run some errands. I felt like that little girl in that kids´book about a mother who is a seamstress and she sews a dress for the princess´ball. She just barely finishes on the day that the ball is going to take place and she worked so hard that she falls ill and the little girl (I think her name is Wendy) has to carry the dress in a box through the snow to the princess´place. On the cover of the book, there is an illustration of this little girl plowing diligently through the snowstorm holding the dress box, with her umbrella perpendicular to the ground blocking the force of the wind and snow. At one point in my stroll down Pio XII (pronounced "do-se"), I identified with the little girl so strongly as my umbrella nearly blew out of my mittened hands. I ran my errands without many other eventful occuraces.
Today though, it is snowing buckets! It has been snowing since I woke up and it´s still snowing now: 4 hours later! I say that it is snowing buckets because the snow is practically the consistency of rain. When it hits the ground, and we walk on it, it is like snow cone ice shavings. Instead of hearing the deft and crisp crunch of walking in the snow, a rather unromantic sploshing noise prevails on campus today. Luckily, Lucia waterproofed my boots before I left, but I think they will need a new coat after today. I took a picture when I opened my window this morning to see what the weather was like and I will put it up as soon as I can. I also took another picture of the statue of St. Josemaría in the middle of the central building because it looks like he is wearing a little white chapela, the little black berets that the Basques wear.
No comments:
Post a Comment