a white winter is a hard winter.

This is considered one of the better days - at least it's not raining.

The last leg of the journey - a 200m trudge.

We've heard overly dramatic and unreal hardship stories before - the ones that go : "I wake up at 4 in the morning, walk for miles in the snow, do a hard day's work, stopping only for water and a hot bread roll for lunch, walk back in the snow, only to do it all over again the next day."

Well, life is a bit like that now.

It has been snowing and blowing hard in Vienna. It isn't easy getting up  in the morning, even though I get up at 7 instead of 4. Changing into a cold set of clothes is difficult, putting on all the winter gear is dull and labourious. It's a good 40mins to get to the bakery, I finish at 5 in the evening, get home by 6.

To get to the bakery, I have to walk pass the famous St Stephen's Cathedral. It's an impressive building, both inside and out - people come to Vienna for this, they marvel at it for a long time and take lots of pictures. It is even prettier now with all the Christmas lights on and warrants even more attention.

The famous St Stephan's Cathedral which I pass by everyday. 
It's an impressive building and huge tourist attraction but not for me.

I should be so lucky - having to go pass it is so much better than having to go pass nondescript glass lined metropolis buildings. Still, the cathedral loses out to the bakery despite its architectural magnificence and heritage. The warmth and the work in the bakery are much bigger attractions.

I must be missing some gene to think this way and to want to keep doing this.