SCHNEETAG!

Wednesday felt like being back in the US.  Nary a flake had begun falling, but the ping! ping! of incoming messages from the American School in the afternoon hinted that perhaps Snowmaggedon was on its way. Anna Grace burst through the door after school squealing that the orchestra teacher told everyone the following day would probably be a snow day.  And at the basketball games at the school that night, the American students were telling all the non-American students to wear their pajamas inside out and to flush ice cubes down the toilet, both considered rituals to guarantee school-closing snowfall.

At 5:30 Thursday morning the much anticipated ping! arrived on the iPhone. Weather.com was forecasting a paltry total of 1-2 inches of snow for the day even though the ruler in the snow on our front porch was already measuring 3 inches. When all was said and done, just under 12 inches of fluffy, white stuff covered our part of the city. We only ventured outside once, though, preferring instead the view from inside.