I think that the holidays feel like frozen noses. I love walking with the dog for long periods of time.

Hopefully it's snowing and you've got to wrap up warm. So I think a frozen nose is a sweaty armpit

because your wrapped up so warm but then you're climbing hamps and heath and you get to the top

and you're like, and then you can see the breath but then your nose is still freezing to touch.

Joy in every sip with red cups now back at Starbucks.

Getting into Afghanistan right now is a little weird. Journalist Lino Donald, she's used to weird.

She's been a foreign correspondent for years but when she made plans to go to Kabul back in July, even she found it weird.

Take getting her visa. Lin went to the Afghan Embassy in London, told them her plans.

But the embassy, it doesn't have any contact with the Taliban government.

She says it's still flying the old flag from before the Taliban took over.

And so it wasn't like they sent my application to Kabul to the foreign ministry to issue me with a media visa.

Hold it, that's so strange. So the embassy just operates...

It's like a zombie embassy operating from pre-talliban times?

Yes and most of them around the world are and the one in the US has been closed down.

When they gave you that visa where they were like, sure if you want to go.

Well exactly but the, sure if you want to go, was accompanied with an affidavit.

That I signed to say that I knew that I was taking a risk in going and that I accepted the risk and that the embassy here was not part of that risk.

Lin always liked Kabul. She calls it the busiest city she's ever worked in. Glamrs, buzzy.

But when she touched down last month, it felt different. Sombra.

There was hardly any traffic. Nobody was smiling.

And a friend of mine reminded me, an Afghan who's now living in exile,

reminded me the other day that as soon as I got there I sent him a text that said the sphere in the air.

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