I was sitting on my bed, typing away on the laptop, telling my friend about my plans for Bonfire Night here, when I looked out of the window...

Oh my God. Oh. My. God.

I called the male. "It's snowiiiing!!" The male grumbled. Ok, wrong person. Called the Australian friend. "It's snowiiiing!!". "Ahhhhhh I knooooow!!!". There we go...

I love this place in Portugal that's full of mountains, which get really snowy in winter. It's one of my favourite places on Earth, and it's breathtaking - one of the places in Portugal I'd like to live in. I've been to Switzerland in the heart of winter and wore ski clothes. I've had snow fights with my friends pretty much every year since 2000. But... I am Portuguese, from Lisbon. There ain't snow in Lisbon. And I lived in Sao Paulo - no snow there, either, just smog. And let's face it, snow in Liverpool is pretty ridiculous, as it turns into ice and melts the next day.

So, when I saw the snow, obviously I started screaming - half because it's so pretty and exciting, and half because it's only the beginning of November. Make that 80% excitement, 20% fear. Actually, 60%, 40%.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go and make the most of being unemployed and having an empty house and dance like a lunatic work my ass off in the lounge.

Love,

Mon xx