Coming up, I'll have one more post each about Hong Kong and Bangkok, plus lots more photos and writing about Bhutan but I have to remind myself that, OH YEAH, I'm in Ontario now. And it's cold.
On that note, recently my parents and I took a winter drive to the north of Waterloo. This is Mennonite country, my friends. At West Montrose, we've got the last remaining covered bridge in Ontario, built in 1881. It's called the 'kissing bridge' because it affords passengers traveling in horse and buggy a brief moment of privacy. All international guests who visit my family are brought on a country ramble up here to take pictures. I don't know if I've ever seen it in the snow before, though.
Ooops. Accidental photo shows my un-winter-like bright spotted dress and green tights.