This wasn’t part of the deal – a huge abundance of snowflakes are tossing themselves relentlessly from the sky over Collioure! It’s now 5 pm and this has been going on all day. Consequently there is at least a foot of snow on the ground, all the shops are shut and the place looks like some kind of alpine wonderland. The fall is so heavy that whenever a brave soul does make a foray out , the deep footprints are covered over within minutes. Now, I do absolutely love snow but not having had the foresight (who would?) to expect arctic conditions, there is very little food in the larder (a croissant, a slice of bread, half a container of tabouleh). Which leaves me wondering how you say “help! I’m starving here!” in French.
I did make one trip out earlier in the day, just in case the local boulangerie had opened but, no luck. The sea front, though, looked stunning in the blizzard of white stuff. Not so keen on the sounds, mind. Huge clangs of thunder continued until a couple of hours ago. Have I gone back in time? Is winter following me around?
Last night I drove the young man to Girona airport and made the 1.25 hour trip back home in lashings of rain. And when I finally got to sleep around 2 am it was still lashing. So it was a strange experience to wake up to so much snow. And the young man tells me it’s sunny and bright in Dublin. Can’t be right.