A White Weekend 

The weather is one of those topics we often resort to when we find ourselves face to face in a lift with somebody we don't kno too well. "It's been cold recently, don't you think?" Well, it's February, what do you expect? And we never seem to be happy with it. It's always eiter too cold, too hot, too windy, too rainy, too not-the-weather-I-wanted. However, this weekend was different.

The weather man had forecast a drastic change in the weather caused by two different fronts, one bringing rain and the other artic temperatures. The clash would result in snow in many places in Catalonia. That night I went to bed thinking that the weather forecast would likely be wrong, as it often is.

 The next morning I was in utter shock when I went to look outside the window. Everything was covered in a thick layer of snow. I could not help myself and I had to wake everybody up. It was simply beautiful despite the cloudy sky. My three-year-old was astonished by the sudden change in the landscape. He immediately remarked how "frosty" it was.

 Suddenly I had an strange urge to go out. I got dresssed and went out with the pretext of going to the shop for some bread. There was hardly anyone and the feeling of being one of the first to walk on the snow was very satisfying. That was only the begining of an extraordinary day. We walked in the snow, had snowball fights and admired the wintery sights. But the highlight of the day was our snowman, which we built in the garden. We even used a carrot for the nose.

 Only now, five days later, is the snow almost all gone. Nevertheless the memory of the snow will remain in our thoughts for some time and we will long for another snowy day next year.