I think there is something about cold and dim and snow (and rain) which makes most of us think of a change of scenery. Or of hunkering down in front of a fireplace with an entire pot of hot cocoa.
I am a little of both.
Last year we had plans to do a little traveling as a couple. Elizabeth gets plenty of miles for work, but it is awfully nice when we can get a little bit of time for both of us. And we did! We got three days together traveling to see the middle son (we went our separate ways after – me flying home (eventually) while she carried on to Europe.)
There were repeated plans for a stay-cation in Vancouver’s oh-so-brief warm season. But work issues arose which precluded any actual holidaying.
But there was another trip in the fall which was rather more extended, and really still about her work travel – I met her in Washington D.C. for a formal event, then we drove to Montréal where she had a conference, so really we had just a pair of days for ‘holiday‘. Still it was a lot of fun, and we had breakfast each morning near the top of the glass canyons of the city.
We had made plans for me to join her on a somewhat extended conference in Italy Summer of 2020, but some financial priorities changed. Instead I will be catching a ride for a much shorter event in San Diego in a month and a half. I am assured it is somewhat warmer there, and perhaps there will be sun.
Which is what I am thinking of now, in a chilly apartment which does not even have milk for the making of hot cocoa.