The First Snow

As I sprinted down the four flights of stairs, late to meet my friends in the library for tedious travel planning, I came to a dead stop. Laptop in hand, I quickly tucked it into my jacket in order to prevent the soft white flakes from doing any harm. Although I am from the University of Oregon, I was born and raised in sunny California, where the slightest hint of white powder brought on nothing but excitement. The occasional trips to Lake Tahoe were incomparable to what I witnessed that Friday night. Not a person in sight, I took my first step, slowly sinking into the ground until my foot hit the concrete. My Paderno peers have made it very clear that my love for snow is a result of temporary insanity. Unlike me, they have felt the wrath of cold winter growing up in states including New York, Wisconsin and Iowa. For me, snow is such a rareity and I can't help but be happy beyond belief when I see it. Walking in it made life in Paderno a bit trickier as the town does not put in any effort to clear off sideways, but I was perfectly content with sliding down icy paths to class instead of simply walking. Snow in Italy...I can think of nothing better. Until next time.