so this morning, as usual, I wake up, grab my phone and turn airplane mode off
it receives shit
I look at the notifications, a new email catches my interest:
"Pôle Trans [monthly trans meeting] cancelled due to bad weather"
... bad weather?? like, what kind of weather can be bad enough here to cause that
? did it rain a lot or what?
I open the window. there is that silence-y ambiance typical of snow-covered places. but it can't be that, it never snows here in Montpellier.
so, I open the blinds...
(not the view from my window, but you get the idea. the view from my window sucks, actually, it's facing another building over a narrow street)
somehow, it happened.
some more pics of the building we live in, before an epic snowball battle took place here.
later on, we went out to find some comrades and play with them.
the town streets were a sight to behold. like, some people were skiing or snowboarding down the sloped streets.
later on, a group of people were trying to slide down a street by using random things as makeshift luges, or sometimes actual luges or even a wooden pallet mounted on skis. we joined in, but the things I tried using didn't slide so well
we found our comrades, but instead of battling together, we joined forces in a bigger mess, where groups of people were battling against eachother, occasionally joining forces to attack passing cars or people walking under the bridge we were atop.
tl;dr it snowed and the town turned into a fucking ski station.
it's already warming up tho
this shit was epic