Last month, I left my lovely life in London for a wonderful winter break in Winnipeg, ignorantly forgetting how much fun can be had in the sunny snow.

I adore that dang city and amongst the usual drinks and delicious food consumption customary over the holiday season, the general frolicking that filled my month away almost convinced me to stay.

So on this snowy London day, the first I’ve seen this side of the pond for years, I find myself reminiscing over my winter wanders; skiing, skating, snowshoeing, ice lantern creating and snowman making and feeling gratitude for all the Magnificent Manitobans I’m lucky enough to know and love, and that city smack dab in the middle of Canada that I used to, and may again one day, call home.