spring?

It's supposed to be spring. It seems like a strange time for Prague to unleash snow on us. It's snowed each of the last four days. True, it's not a blizzard (like we saw in the pictures from Jason's cousin in Ottawa), but it's the most snow that I've ever had in any place I've lived. It hasn't been enough to really stick. Sometimes there's a light cover on the ground in the morning, but it usually melts by mid-morning. However, when I'm out walking from one class to the next, it sure feels like it's really coming down.
I think the weather was also quite a surprise for our visitors. Mrs. Moody said that she hadn't been that cold in years. By Tuesday she was looking forward to returning to Phoenix's 80-degree weather. I was impressed with myself, though, because I didn't seem to be as cold as they were. Maybe I'm developing a tolerance (albeit a small one) to this cold-weather living. I told this to Jason and his comment was: next stop Canada in the winter. I told him that I'm not ready for that (and I don't know if I ever will be).