
I lived upstairs, in the green part of the house. It was quite spacious inside and offered a nice view of the landscape. The house is at the edge of the village. The footpath in the snow is the route I used to go to school everyday, a three minute walk. That’s one of the nice features of a northern village, there’s no rush hour, or no traffic jams.
There’s also time to have a nap during lunch. I eat the same thing for lunch every day: spaghetti, garnished with olive oil, sometimes balsamic, parmesan cheese (I picked up a hard block of parmesan from Milano, one of my favorite Italian grocery stores in Little Italy, Montreal). Sometimes I add tuna, or dried tofu. Then after eating, I lie on the sofa and float away into pleasant relaxation before heading back to school. (more…)