Snow Days

Today is the third day I've been off work for snow. At first, it was a treat. Then, it was a bit boring. Now, I have massive cabin fever. If we don't go back soon, I'll have totally drained my coffee budget for this month and next.

These snow days have got me thinking about some snowy times from the past few years. Ironically, my Bulgarian word of the day yesterday was сняг (sn-yag), accompanied with this picture:

That's an image I've seen before in real life. My first winter in Bulgaria, I was told, was the worst winter in 80 years. I saw so much snow that first winter, I wasn't even interested in taking pictures of it after the beginning of January. 

We did have one day off school that winter, because our families who live on the mountain had cars buried in almost two meters of snow. I was shocked that cars, trains, and busses drove right on top of the snow, and life continued as normal. The stores were even continually stocked with milk and bread. No panic involved. 

In both of these pictures, you should be able to see Vitosha, the mountain on the edge of the city. It was obscured by clouds for most of the winter. 

I'm missing this view lately!

This winter, I'm back in good ol' Virginia, where even the threat of flakeage can close schools and cause a run on eggs. Blessedly, a coffee shop opened on the corner of my street so even though the roads are treacherous with that inch of snow, I can still see other people. 

Hoping tomorrow we go back to school, and I can see my little darlings and get back to business as usual. For today, I'll enjoy what's left of the snow.