Well, hello there, electric blanket! I’m sleeping on an electric blanket! #bestinventionever. Wait, why do they call it a blanket if I am sleeping on top of it?
Could I take this drink (Starbucks’s Peach Blossom Tea Latte) back home? I mean, if I put it in an airtight thermos in my luggage?
So cold. Brrrr… I will never travel in winter again. What’s so great about winter holiday anyway?!
How fascinating is it that different culture has different winter traditions?
The irony of walking fast, braving the cold while listening toI’m Walking on Sunshine.
My hair is cold.
My eyeballs are cold.
Heated floor!! Purrrr…
Does this require taking my hands from my pocket? If yes, forget about it!
I need to rethink my decision to join and live in a nudist colony in my 50s.
*Turned my head away from the crowd and put tongue out to taste the snow*
Everything looks so pretty blanketed by the white snow. This! This is why people go on winter holiday.
My obsession with hats (beanies, especially) is justified and paraded.
“Rach, take my picture in the snow”, “Rach, take another picture of me”, “Rach, take a picture of me walking in the snow”, “Rach takes a picture of me jumping around in the snow”, “Rach take…Rach… Rach…”.
I’m glad we didn’t have much space. I preferred to have my friends sleeping super close to me (at a hostel room in Seoul).
I finally have a reason to wear the winter PJs I bought a year ago.
… But wearing it for two weeks straight doesn’t seem like a good idea (day 11).
Hey, my makeup stays longer!
I want to embrace winter traditions as much as possible.