I miss snow.
But everytime there’s even an inch of it here (outside London) everyone is like "OMG! What is that WHITE stuff????"
Having grown up in southern Germany, and having spent most of my formative years on skis, you kinda look at an inch of snow and go "So?"
Mind you, growing up near the Alps and spending plenty of time on top of them, kind of also makes you go "What mountain? Where??" when you get to Wales and someone says "Look at the mountain!"
This is closely followed by me going "Oh you mean that hill?" which is closely followed by my hiding under the car, trying to avoid enraged climbers. With ice picks.
Scotland has mountainous terrain. I still have trouble calling it a mountain.
I used to ski in Courmayeur and Dolonne (Monte Bianco / Mont Blanc) as well as all over the Dolomites (South Tirol), Zugspitze and whatnot.
1,000 meters (3,500 ft) is a hill to me. Even the Zugspitze is 3 times higher than that and I’m used to looking at 4000 meters of mountain. (13,000ft, with Monte Bianco being almost 16,000 ft)

I miss the mountains. I really do.

And I miss snow, especially around Christmas.

Tags: Christmas, Mountains, Snow