You can see some of the ice formations (and a funny German guy named Moritz) behind us. A little aside to share with all of you: Moritz was staying at the same hostel as me after Anne left, during which time the new pope was chosen. We were both disappointed, thinking that they should have picked someone from Latin America. He expanded, saying "yeah, wouldn't it be cool? He could salsa while doing the blessings!" and proceeded to do a demonstration of blessing someone in time with his salsa dancing. I CRACKED UP! So I'm hoping that next time around we'll get our "salsa pope"!