Wednesday, January 24, 2007
To me, there's nothing like waking up to a blanket of white outside. Or more accurately, Jason nudging me awake at 5:30 and whispering "It's snowing..." It's the perfect snow. The kind that makes everything beautiful but doesn't make the city come to a screeching halt. Especially since I have my very first Italian class today. Especially since I paid through the nose to take Italian classes at the Italian Cultural Institute of London instead of through the borough.