Thursday December 8
Joseph's family take us to the village which floors are white with fresh snow. We haven't had snow in Rosing for a long time and the sight of it takes my breath away. Little shops cram the sides. There cute and as soon as I see one labeled Lady's Dresses I barge in without telling the others. When I come out, having seen all the stuff I wanted, my father was standing there with a stern expression on his face. Now I know never to leave without permission.
We go around the whole thing twice before I start seeing a bunch of people. I'm surprised, it's nearly noon and in our town the citizens go about around seven. Hmm...guess they do things differently here.