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I still laugh remembering a weather-connected sequence of events from back when I was paired up with a girl from Mexico City in a high school student exchange program.

She came up to our place first, and it was winter, and she was fascinated by the snow (of which our location near Lake Ontario provided plenty back then, as 3-foot snowfalls were not uncommon).   She couldn't get enough of sledding and (mild) snowball fights and cross country skiing.  We had a blast.

Right, so six months later it was my turn to go live at her place.   I walked into their living room for the first time and there enshrined on top of their console piano, as if some kind of prized statuary, was the pair of fake-fur-topped snowboots we had bought for her as a gift when she'd arrived up North...