Minus thirty five, actually. Obviously, I am not at home (it was plus thirty five there when we left); we are in Canada.
I really do want to write about it all but one fingered typing on an iPad is driving me demented.
A quick summary for now:
Twenty three hours of flying time should really be accomplished only in business or first class and with more than fifty minutes between connecting flights.
It is cold. Frostbite cold.
I am meeting all my new in-laws for the first time. I am extremely nervous.
I get to see my eldest for the first time in six months!
I am eating and drinking all of the things after a two month pre holiday preparation fast.
I get to go skiing again (haven’t been for eight years) on piste that doesn’t end in mud and grass.
People are so polite here. Noticeably, stereotypically polite.
Did I mention it was cold?