What a day!
The snow started to fall already, but it's what they call a wet one, mixture of rain and ice. Here around the hotel, one wouldn't notice it, unless it starts to build up on the car's roof. It's because it melts here easily because of the river beside us, they said it's warmer here (huh?-3 deg is warm!). So Gertrud, our plant manager's secretary gave us a call and asked if we want to see the first snow falls and step on it, so we said, yes, of course! She picked us up at half past 3, and went directly to their farm at Geiselbach, a village at Barbaria (in city of Munich). Everything was white already from afar, but if you get to see it up close, you can still see the soil, really thin! And the snow falls are small balls, not that big yet, and it do feels wet, wet snow is indeed a right term. Afterwards, we headed to meet her daughter, however, we didn't find her, we ended watching Bernhard on his final exercise for the orchestral concert tomorrow. I was surp...