This was the view from the second floor that morning before class
By the time Japanese class began before lunch this was what it looked like outside
And this is the view that greeted us as we went outside
Ah, the simple joys of playing in the snow.
And a short video of some of the fighting...
After some violence we realized our hands were freezing and decided to warm them up and then went back at it. This was a process that was to repeat for the next hour, though we did take a break to build a snowman...
This is a Japanese snowman, in Japan they only have two segments, not three, though they do not normally have a mohawk... or nipples
This was ours, it took three of us to lift the midsection on to the lower section.
Here we all are with our snowman... I know he's leaning...
Here is a goofy one David made, buck teeth and all, and much smaller.
Ultimately our snowman was top heavy and had a nasty spill
Here Michelle cries out to the heavens asking the question that was on all our minds "Why would God take him from us after such a short time?" But in the end we got over it and went back to our snowball fight.
This was the only time that it snowed this heavily in Nagasaki to date. It did stick a little on another day, but it wasn't much and most of it was gone by noon. Still it was a lot of fun, and something none of us expected to experience while we were in Nagasaki.
And now, because it has nothing to do with anything... and because people say they don't see me enough in my photos, here is how I wear my hair and why I am constantly referred to as "Super Saiyan" (Ref: Dragon Ball Z)
See the resemblence?
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