ça tombe...

Et voilà...the snow is falling and has been since yesterday morning.  It has just started to stick a little.  I dislike the cold and the snow, but there is something intriguing about watching it fall from the chaleur of my apartment, since I have only seen it a few times in my life.  I can only remember it snowing a few times in Metz, and that was really in the heart of winter.  Several people have told me that this winter will be a doozie, but I don't know if they were being serious or just teasing me.  

I have really been missing Metz lately, and at first I thought I was just missing all of my wonderful friends there, but I have good friends and plenty of fun here, and I've finally figured out what it is.  You cannot recreate your first year living abroad.  Everything is a mystery and a surprise, and it's all frustrating and exciting to unravel.  Learning about French traditions and holidays and discovering the culture for the first time was wonderful.  This year knowing the ropes has its own advantages of course.  I have felt less lost and more in control.  But I am missing the discovery of my first year-first taste of brie, first fête du nouveau beaujolais, etc.  Maybe next year I will move to a new country so I can have that again...

Yesterday I cooked Mexican food for all of my friends.  The last three weekends have resulted in me cooking for my friends, and after my lasagne of last week, and my tabouli and spinach pies of last year, no one believes that I am not a good cook.  I might not be a lost cause after all.