Questa è Enida

Nope! Couldn’t make any snowman. There wasn’t enough snow to begin with, even though we had -30’s weather the week before. It was too dry, not much humidity to speak of. Let alone making snowmen (unlike some people in Paris who would build snowmen in front of his house, boy! He must be a billionaire to own a HOUSE in Paris – funny I didn’t see too many houses in Paris when I was there! Bah! Oh okay, he lives at, or probably under Le Grande Arche – as that was the address he gave us all hoping no one would ever question or know where No.1 Parvis de la Defense is. Uno scherzo questo uomo è!)

Kitreena was excited and couldn’t quite believe me when I told her she was born on a snowy midnight at The Foothills Hospital here in this city. And of course she has no concept of what being Canadian means. We have been everywhere, but she seems pretty much at home here this time around; doesn’t mind bundling up and down, loves hot cocoa and has been begging us to take her skating. (I don’t know if I am even going to try, but then, I am the only Malaysian in the house…I don’t HAVE TO know how to skate. There, my excuse stated!)