I was glad to come home.
Because it was snowing in the Alps... And I couldn't have waited more before going running in the snow, leaving footprints behind me, looking for animal tracks... But before that, I had to go home to see my family (also because it was already dark).


Ah! Home sweet home.
My home. My room. My things. My shoes.
You know, the one with which you can wander in the snow without getting your feet wet.
But I couldn't find it. After blaming my mother (who often borrows it), I took hers. It was unconfortable, but I thought that it could survive a little walk.


The shoes could survive. Not my feet. So now, I have a blister on both of them...
Ah, I'm so glad to be home.

I missed my hat, also. Call me scatterbrain, but I lost it. During the same walk...
I was getting hot, you know. So I took the hat off. And thinking that I put it in my pocket, I went home. But there, my foolishness appeared to me. No more hat... Bigre, my ears will get cold, when I'll go skiing! But luckily, I'm wearing one of these shapeless sweats with cap. So, I'm not so cold when I'm skiing (or snowboarding).


Because I do go snowboarding. And it's awesome. Snow is very good.
But on thursday, weather was... Err... White.
And thus, it is more difficult to see where the slope ends. But you can be sure of one thing: if you sink into the snow, then you're out of the slope.
That's what we figured out this day. I only needed one experiment to achieved this conclusion. But my brother needed two of them... So our last slope took us 15 more minutes to end.
These exact 15 minutes I needed to catch my train to Grenoble.
Thanks, bro.
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