Holidays in Montpelier and Ferguson
Typical Vermont Streetscape Mauricio at Sunset Christmas came early this year in the form of a snowstorm that socked central New England the day before Thanksgiving. We had planned, months earlier, to visit Vermont on our annual trip to Boston in order to reunite with a San Francisco escapee, our German friend, Katharina. She had moved to the Green Mountains last summer with her Dutch husband, Glen, to live on thirty acres of virginal pine forest they had purchased decades ago. The couple had tired of the city. In many ways, Mauricio and I are always ready to follow suit, as we seem to eternally live out the fable of "The Princess and the Pea," where no amount of Californian comfort is quite cozy enough. I'm also reminded, when I hear myself drivel onward about travel and restlessness and home, of the joke of the Irish boomerang. Punchline: "It doesn't come back - it just sings songs about how badly it wants to." Snow Scene 1, phot