My first proper snow run
By Nisto
Winter has been mild in Copenhagen. The temperature has been hovering just above freezing for what seems like months: always cold, never cold enough for snow. Until yesterday.
When I picked up my oldest son from school to take him to capoeira (yes, I remembered!) big snow flakes were falling from the sky just like you want them do to on Christmas eve. It wasn’t freezing, but it was damn close, and most of the snow flakes managed to cling on to the ground long enough to make a snowy carpet in our street. My feet started itching.
When we got home at 17, the cargo bike begged for winter tyres, but I had other worries — and besides, we don’t have any winter tyres for any of our bikes. At 18, I had to pick up our youngest son from a friend. I had one hour to de-itch my feet. To continue reading, please visit ---->: http://onoldage.wordpress.com/2014/01/14/day-14-cold-feet/