I've been in Scotland for almost four years now and have never attended a Burns Night Supper. In a way, I do feel like I have missed out on one of those "essentially Scottish" experiences: I've been to an Old Firm game and yet, have never been to a traditional Burns night. Then again, I don't eat meat so it would be a little pointless to attend an entire evening dedicated to a sheep's stomach, whiskey and poetry.

However, I have had vegetarian haggis and LOVE it. If I ate meat, I'm sure I'd love haggis too. In fact, the cafeteria at my work often serves up vegetarian haggis and it is delicious! I seriously love that stuff and like the real stuff, I have no idea what the vegetarian haggis is made from and frankly, don't want to know.

Happy Burns Night, Y'all!

WEEKEND IN PICTURES

Near our flat- Check our the beautiful Statue of Liberty at the top!

I am in my ELEMENT in this weather!

Paul isn't so sure of it....

Everyone was out tobagganing (or, as it's called over here, "sledging")

On Saturday night, Paul's HUGE extended family came over for dinner. I'm still recovering: I almost had a nervous breakdown trying to perfect buttercream icing for a cake. I failed miserably.

Something I have never seen in my four years here: the beginnings of the mighty Clyde freezing over.

And an older video of Paul's younger brother doing what he does best.

SNOW DAYS = BLOW DAYS

I woke this morning to find - much to my delight - that it had snowed overnight.

As a Canadian, I love the snow. In fact, I love winter. I love bundling up in a warm coat, winter boots, and a tuque and walking as the snow crunches beneath my feet. However, I have come to love winter only in Canada as seemingly, Scotland is unable to cope with this weather.

How is it that Glasgow, a city which is nearly the same distance from the Equator as Moscow, comes to a halt when a light dusting of snow pervades the ground?!

Over the course of the Christmas break, I came very close to slipping on the sheet of ice, which permeated the sidewalks across this city. It was then that I realised that it wasn't Glaswegians who were to blame for the static pace of the city but rather, Glasgow City Council.

Despite Glasgow receiving a massive dumping of snow every four years, it appears that the council still has yet to invest in snow plows for the road. Or ice/ grit dispensers for the sidewalks - leaving many frustrated Glaswegians. Normally I would love this weather but after almost killing myself while walking to work, I'm anything but delighted by this winter wonderland.