Since my walk down memory lane has reminded me a lot of my grandma, I have another cute antidote for you. My grandma immigrated to Canada from Italy in the late 1950’s. She speaks english fluently, but a few words have got lost in translation: doorbell is one – bell door as she calls it. ”….and thenna the bella-door wasa ringing”
Sometimes I think I’d really like to move to a city without snow in the Winter. Unfortunately that is pretty hard for a Canadian – it snows everywhere. I would be quite happy wintering in the Southern United States…yes, I’m 28 years old and I just said that.
A not-so surprising sight on an Ontario winter morning vs. a late-December afternoon stroll in Georgia. Yah.
For some twisted reason, I think I would miss the snowy aspects of Christmas. Like sleigh bells. I suspect this is only because I have never actually spent Christmas anywhere else but Ontario; give me a mini tree in the window that faces the beach, with some Christmas tunes blasting while I sit out on a balcony, and I might not care what country I’m in.
(Ontario winter photo from Google)