woke up with that monday morning; "i just can't move out of my unbelivably warm foetal position into an igloo of a house!" feeling. near suicide incident as the wind (which had already completely destroyed any attempt of my looking nice today) nearly threw me onto the train tracks. so head down, scarf nearly up to my eyes to salvage my poor winter-torn skin, i shuffled to work, only to find it wasn't even much warmer as the door seemed to want to stay open of its own accord for the interity of the morning. hands wrapped around foiled jacket potatoes discussing a winter uniform of cute jackets, my 'deli girls' and I spent our morning thinking up ways to swap places with the chefs for the privilage of standing anywhere in close proximity of an oven. only then did i hear on the radio that the rest of the UK aparently had snow... so unfair that we had to endure the same conditions without watching pretty little snowflakes falling down outside.... ahhhh....
so while i spent my morning concerned about my poor nose growing pinker and colder by the second, i spent my evening in my very first spanish class! buones noches (havn't done much spelling yet) everyone. throughly enjoyed myself with 9 other complete spanish novices as we attempted to understand any single word our wonderfully enthusastic teacher spoke in her bubbly and mindblowingly speedy spanish. so as i ascended the steps back into the cold, i felt much warmer with the languge of the sun (well random phrases) preoccupying my mind... perhaps it will go with my salsa hee hee...
