Our love story: Winter Wonderland

What is it like to date a Canadian born Californian? Well, I guess you would have to ask Honey that question. I tell him stories about what its like to move from country to country (check out these moving posts), I can ice skate and sometimes I smile so much that my face hurts. But how do you explain what its like to live in a Winter Wonderland? Or suggest to a native San Franciscan what to pack for winter weather?

A couple of weeks ago, Honey and I traveled to Boston and to New Hampshire. There is no way to describe to someone with California blood what the cold feels like when it hits you in the face. In Boston, the weather felt like a back and forth slap.

I smiled at Honey and said, “Welcome to the Winter Wonderland.”

And yet I found something so peaceful and calming about the snow. The snow is a reminder of my childhood, of past holidays and of a slower pace. Slower pace because the weather slows you down.

Only these things exist in a Winter Wonderland:

1) Coffee and hot chocolate are a necessity not a fashion statement.

2) Talking on a cell phone without gloves on, can promote frostbite.

3) Will someone tell me what the formula of slush is?

4) The Wikipedia definition of an East Coast city says: pros great place to raise kids, cons do you like winter?

And

5) Fresh powder doesn’t come from a machine!

The good news is that we both adapted to the winter in a warm way. Boston and New Hampshire reminded me of my love for tea, soup, chilly bundled up walks, sitting and talking for hours in a restaurant and boots with pom poms. OK, I never really lost my love for pom pom boots. All in all, it was a wonderful trip. What do you love when you're in a winter wonderland?