The other weekend I got the chance to visit one of my best friends, Caroline, in her teeny tiny village named Pfeffingen (the 'P' is silent). There was a total of pfour people staying in her bedroom, Ceara, Ricardo, Caroline, and me, each of us pfighting pfor the right to sleep in the bed instead of the on the pfloor. Pfeffingen was so pretty because it was covered in snow. My city, Goppingen, doesn't have any snow currently, making me hopeful that spring is just around the corner. In Pfeffingen, we took advantage of the snow with our makeshift snow gear that consisted of American pflag onesies, neon green Moon boots, oversized sweatpants, mismatched gloves, and boots that weren't exactly made pfor the snow. Needless to say, we were quite the sight. Once we were ready to go, Caroline's host mom told us where the sleds were. To our surprise, the sleds were traditional wooden sleds with rusty metal skids(I am not sure if that is the right word, my english is pfailing me). Unfortunately, they were not exactly the pfastest sleds in the world. So we took to just running and jumping down the hill. It pfelt good to be throwing snowballs and enjoying winter again.
The sleds that didn't work..
pFat exchange students too pfat to walk up mild incline
Sophie, Ceara, Caroline, Me, Ricardo
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