We have left the mild and mostly wet Britain, instead finding ourselves living in some places with temperature extremes.
In Sevilla, we experienced 40+ degree heat for days on end. We were considered to be lucky – we were – but it is one thing going on holiday and experiencing that temperature; sitting by the pool sipping iced drinks, or wandering around shady city centres stopping every couple of hours for coffees in air-conditioned cafes and eating meals in an air-conditioned restaurant, before heading back to an air-conditioned hotel. However, it is quite another thing to actually live in it.
The Montreal weather certainly provides a great deal to talk about on the subject:
We had been in Montreal for just three weeks when we had an earthquake of magnitude 4.5. (It woke T up and so he prodded me to see if I was OK and not freaked out by it. I was not worried by it as I was fast asleep however, so was more than a little cross at being woken up by him.) A week or so later we then felt the fallout of Hurricane Sandy, thankfully we got away lightly with winds around 74km/h (45mph) and a few homes lost their power.
Extremes such as these to one side, the weather seems to jump around so quickly; I don’t recall living in a place where the temperatures jumped around so markedly and so quickly as they seem to do here. One day it could be 6 degrees, and the next it will be minus 16. Just when you think it is time to replace pumps and t-shirts with fleecy boots and gloves, it changes. But this leap in temperature doesn’t seem to be accompanied by thunderstorms as I would have expected it to. It will be interesting to witness one, as storms were different in Germany and Spain than those in England. I have no idea why, but the ones in the UK didn’t seem to resonate in the ground or be as colourful as they did in Europe.
It's not just temperatures either. There was one particular day in the beginning of October, when I was listening to the radio and the presenter said that when he looked out of one window it was blue sky and sunshine, but when he looked out of the window on the other side of the building, it was dark grey sky and snowflakes!
Three and a half months into our Canadian adventure, and the weather has provided me with quite a bit to write about; something tells me this won't be the last time I scrawl down my witterings on the elements across the Atlantic...