Wait, wait, wait. I don't mean I'm looking forward to being able to fly from the heart of our assaulted county to the heart of Albion. I just want to wave you good-bye because we won't be seeing you for a week. Thirty-four students and three teachers had been longing for a long time to feel English snow flakes on our heads and this we'll do, in spite of the fact that this Valentine's Day weekend is covering our land in white dust and freezing temperatures that nearly speak English.
I've learned that many of you have either got in touch with your 'One-week-only English parents' or have been googling for pictures of your host family's beautiful Ealing London detatched houses. Well, well, well, some would label this 'flippancy' on such loving dates. Nevertheless, I have already noticed that infidelity is not one of your fears. So, what can we do?
Enjoy the trip and the short days, 'carpe diem'
(seize the day) because those we love will be still be here when we come back. If they are not, how fragile our love was!
Anyway (again), let it snow now. The belfry clock has just truck midnight, it seems it will keep snowing overnight and inside here it's warm and cosy. Isn't it.
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