snow, snow, snow...

{turtleneck: pull&bear, vest: salvation army!, scarf: vendor in prague, jeans: ann taylor(old), loafers: target(old), bag: mossimo dutti}

Christmas day we did something we never thought we would be able to do in Cyprus; we went and played in the snow!  The whole drive up to the village of Troodos was sunny and fairly warm.  All it took was one bend in the road (truly), and suddenly Mt. Olympus was a wash of slushy, white snow.  On a day that had nearly been warm enough for two midwestern kids to wear shorts, the snow was a wonderful treat.  Well, okay, Mr. F did wear shorts...he got looks. Severe looks.  We both laughed heartily because all of the natives were bundled like it was Siberia.  It was definitely mid-forties.  Totally balmy still, right?  Still, compared to the extreme heat of the summer, feeling even chilly was pure bliss that made our hearts grow by two sizes.