Was up at 10am this morning, wondering what to do. Maybe i should just laze a while longer. Anyways i have nothing to do. But then one of my collegues from the Lycee called. She said she was going sledding with her kids and asked whether i wanted to join her. Ofcourse! What the hell's sledding? Yes i will be there. Bus timings, plan to meet outside the Musee... Ok done! While having coffee, type in sledding in Google. I have to know atleast something about it right?

Turned out to be an awesome experiance. As most of the new things i've done and tried out here. The main thing about sledding is that you have to take the sledge to the top of a slope sit in it and slide to the bottom. Now what got my hairs standing, wasn't the knee-deep snow but the fact that i had a phobia of slidding. And also acrophobia! Not in it's greatest degree, but quite a bit to make me dizzy when i looked down a slope. But then she was asking her kids to help me, and i couldn't be a coward in front of an 8year old and a 10year old. That is inimaginable! So bravely i went up, taking advice from serious 8 year old Phillippe! The only word i caught on was 'freiner' (for my ignorant non- French speakin friends that means to apply brakes). Ok so i knew how to stop myself...in case....

I took it on bravely! And voila, i enoyed it. Where were you acrophobia? and that slide-o-phobia? I won't go about saying how exhilirating...blah...blah...blah. I thoroughly enjoyed it! And now am ready to take on the world! Para-gliding anyone? Or maybe we could go bungee-jumping. Jump out of a helicopter maybe! Whay say?

I was walking in knee high snow, and actually sweating. What an effort, I tell you! The snow, sparkling in the brilliant sunshine, trees standing out with their bare branches white with melting frost! Snow sings, you know. Not exactly musical, but a nice sound! Happy children running about, sliding around and of course falling all over the place. Adults acting like kids trying to prtended like adults, but then giving it up, coz it hampers the good feeling.

I gave up sledding for the idea of building an igloo with Phillippe. He seemed to be in a bad mood- don't ask why...isn't it universal for a kid of that age, especially with a bossy big sister, to be perpetually-in-between-mood-swings! I was afraid at first that he might just throw some snow-balls at me to get rid of me. But luckily he took to me and began unfolding his blue-prints for the construction of the igloo. Mona, his sister got interested and began supplying us with the raw material- big chunks of snow transported on the sledge.

After we had built the igloo half way, we decided to take a few pictures with a snow man! Had to repair him a bit. But gat a happy picture, though till now i don't know which side the snowman was looking. By the time we got back to the igloo, we discovered a little brat in the process of destroying it. Happens all the time...if you can't be a creator, be a destroyer. But here the little villan got a earful. And he seemed pretty upset. Hopefully he descides to be more constructive the next time.

And then the sun dipped over the mountains and the cold ruthlessly set it. Time to leave!

So acted like a total kid. Finished the week on a really happy note! And am thinking once again, France is not bad! Oh no class tomorrow! Have to be up at 6am :(

But still...after the nice weekend, i'm ready to take on the world- and the cold..burrrrrrrrr! Can we go sking next time???