Winter creeps in!

It’s not quite winter yet, but it will be soon. I woke up to a frost this morning! first-frost2On my drive home from work tonight I passed a house adorned with Christmas lights. It looked magnificent, but it’s only November 9th. We’ve just got through Halloween, Thanksgiving is just around the corner, but Christmas…..

Winter crept up on me this year!

I suppose it’s not such a bad thing. I had a wonderful summer. Memories of Italy are still fresh in my mind.

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I look to Thanksgiving with happy anticipation because it’s a time to gather family and friends together. This year in Vail. Snow and a steaming hot tub. What could be better?

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Yes winter crept up on me this year, and I’m going to enjoy it!

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2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar. Not the end of the World!

Here we are, it’s 2012. Am I panicking? No I don’t think so. Well maybe a little. I am not panicking about the end of the world because the Mayan Calendar is no more.

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My problem is time. In December we have to work, socialize, bake, cook, shop, write Christmas cards, wrap presents, etc. etc.

Hey, it’s a good problem and I wouldn’t have it any other way, so for those of you worried about the Mayan Calendar. FORGET ABOUT IT and enjoy December. It’s a magical month of wonder no matter your age or religion. Have fun. I love the craziness of the season. No matter what your religion, enjoy it and share it with those close to you.

Christmas in New York

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Christmas in Rome

Christmas in Rome

Christmas in my home state of Colorado

Christmas in Colorado

Wherever you are, enjoy the countdown to Christmas.

Superbowl 1995 and Winter Park

Hi there, this is my last ‘Moving to America’ blog for a couple of weeks.  Tune in next week if you want to hear about my exploits in Rome!

Saturday January 28th had been a fairly good day. Things were starting to fall into place.  We had put a deposit on a car, I had laughed with the ‘Dudes’ I felt that we had accomplished a great deal in less than a week. Moving to America was a big risk, and we were big risk takers, we still weren’t sure we had done the right thing, but we didn’t feel like we had don the wrong thing either.

Sunday January 29th was Superbowl Sunday, which meant nothing to us whatsoever, other than lots of people talking about it on the television.  I know a team called the San Francisco 49ers were playing the San Diego Chargers. Joanna was vaguely interested because she wanted to fit in with everything American, but when Lester suggested we take a ride into the mountains, that loomed to the west of us, she thought that was an excellent idea. 

We put lots of warm clothes in the car (yes still the ugly ford) and set off for the mountains.  Someone had told Lester that Winter Park was a good place to go.  We couldn’t ski because Lester still couldn’t wear anything other than trainers (running shoes) because of his healing foot, but he could walk and we could enjoy the scenery.  I don’t exactly know why someone suggested Winter Park, but we didn’t know any different then, not having heard of Breckenridge, which would have been easier to get to and much more interesting.  The drive to Winter Park was not an easy one, especially driving a ridiculous ford with no control over what gear it decided to engage. The scenery was beautiful though, truly majestic.  We had never seen anything like this in England.  We had driven through the French, Italian, Austrian and Swiss Alps on occasions, but never in the winter.  These views were breathtaking.  There were moments when I closed my eyes, thinking we were going to slide off the road and down the mountainside, but we made it in one piece.  We actually arrived at ‘Mary Jane’ and parked there for a while watching the skiers come down the mountain.  I really wanted to try skiing one day, but it would have to wait until we had the money. We watched for a while and then drove a little further into the small town on Winter Park.  There wasn’t much there at all, a couple of coffee shops and a couple of gift shops, but that was all.  It was pretty though, looked like a Christmas card.  We went and sat in a small cafe and got some hot chocolate and apple strudel.  It seemed like the right thing to eat in these surroundings.  Joanna could not wait to get outside in the snow, so we left Lester in the cafe reading (he alway had a book with him) and we went and found some nice deep clean snow, which wasn’t difficult.  I laughed as Joanna proceeded to make snow angels and run around kicking the snow and making snowballs.  We had snow in England from time to time, but not this much.  She amused herself (and me) for about half an hour and then we went back inside and ordered more hot chocolate to warm us up.  Once we thawed out, Lester packed his book away and we went for a walk.  It was amazing outside, clear blue skies, pure white snow, tree branches heavy with snow, log cabins.  It was like fairyland.  We didn’t walk too far as because Lester’s footwear wasn’t really suited for deep snow and we wanted to drive back before it got dark, considering we weren’t used to the roads. It had been a good idea to come up to the mountains and smell the fresh crisp air.  It reinforced why we moved to Colorado.  I was starting to feel good about our decision. What a great place for Joanna go grow up, and what fabulous opportunities she would have here with the mountains on our doorstep.

Lester drove carefully back to Denver, and stopped off on the way for take away (food to go, take out, fast food).  Before we moved into an apartment we must have tried every fast food restaurant in the area.  I never thought I would get tired of rotisserie chicken, but believe me I did.

We sat and ate our food choice of the night and put the television on.  It seemed the San Francisco 49ers had defeated the San Diego Chargers with a score of something like 49.  Not understanding this American football game, I was astounded that someone could get 49 goals.  I was also amazed that this game had lasted all afternoon and most of the evening.  I don’t think I could watch a game that lasted for hours.  It must be like watching golf!

We had almost made it through a week in America. We didn’t have an apartment yet, and had one week left in which to find one, or we would be paying for the Travel Lodge ourselves.  We really needed to get out of that place.  We did have a car (well almost), we could find our way around now, in the Lakewood/Golden area anyway. Things were falling into place, and much more quickly than we thought.