Snow...in July?

It had been raining for three days.  But not that this-is-so-pleasant-rain, no, it was the-almost-snowing-but-not-quite-rain.  I thought Charlotte didn't get that much snow; I didn't count the three-inch sleet we get every year as snow.  But after many of the girls told me they'd never even seen snow I suddenly began wishing the 2 degrees Celsius would drop down to 0 degrees C.  Soon an exciting message reached ML and me: a St. Anne's family wanted to take us and two other exchange students towards the Drakensburg Mtns to see the snow!!!  Snow in July--UM, YES!  So we slid on our UGGs, pulled our beanies over our heads, and found a warm haven for our hands in a pair of gloves.  In South Africa, when it snows, nothing else matters besides seeing the snow.  People go onto random farmers' property and use the farm's hill for sledding and snowman construction.  Drivers pull over to the shoulder of the highway and all the passengers evacuate the van to roll around in the flurries.  Parents take their kids out of school and insist the snow is much more important than Maths class.  In July in America I'd usually be sporting a swimsuit and shorts but here I was sheltered from the cold, woven beanie to UGG boot.