I’ve been in a bit of a London fog. I went to Berlin last weekend, and although it was fun, interesting, exciting, all those things…it just wasn’t…London.

Maybe this has to do with the fact that it didn’t get over 30 during the day, the sun never came out, and it was windy.

This place was cold.

Every store we stopped in, I picked up a new addition to my outfit: scarf, leg warmers, gloves.

Maybe we all need a little refresher on our Eastern European geography, but Berlin is just two small countries away from Russia. And it’s even closer to Sweden! To me, that = C O L D.

The cold, grey weather seems to have followed me back to Frankfurt.

I think it was snowing a little today, but I was too bundled up to really tell.

Meanwhile, I look like a ragamuffin with my pieced together winter ensembles. I realized today that my whole life, I’ve never really worn proper winter clothes, even when I lived in Baltimore. I’ve always bundled up with layers of old cotton long sleeved t-shirts or put leggings under my jeans.

I am wearing moccasins and boat shoes, as those are some of the only closed-toe shoes I own. Every German has looked at my feet and asked where my socks are (and we know Germans are super judgemental of proper footwear).

So my quest for surviving winter continues…and December just started.