The summer here has been, well how can I say this without cursing? Awful. Cold. Fall like. And some other expletives that aren't appropriate for this here family site. As a result, I packed our winter jackets. Yes I did. I didn't do it without grumbling under my breath about why in tarnation we live in this God forsaken place, though, believe you me.
But then we got there and I saw things like this:
And I remembered that this place that has more winter than Antarctica (had to give the South pole some air time, can't play favourites), well it's pretty damn beautiful.
And you know what also helped? The hot, hot gorgeously hot sun. That's right folks, we had 5 (FIVE) hot sunny days. In. a. row. Stop the presses. This is big news from the Khlopchyk house. And at some point I will pick myself up off the floor from the shock of it. Mostly likely when I look outside tomorrow and see the cloudy rainy day that is predicted for the duration of the last week of school holidays.
We also consumed a few bush pies. If you want to know what in the world those are, refer to last year's trip.
Did I mention that both boys, (yes that's right, my baby is going to freaking kindergarten), start school in 11 days?
If you are looking for me, I'll be in the vodka.