Snow and sleigh bells

Being in New England at this time of year feels a little like Narnia. For us, in our memories, it will always be winter, but never Christmas. Everything is moving inexorably towards December 25th with mistletoe, tinsel and even snow in tow. But alas, we'll be missing the main event.

We've beaten a hasty path North from Raleigh via Virginia (a romantic stop in a woodsy cabin with a jacuzzi bath in the bedroom - Mark's birthday treat) to New Hampshire where we're visiting our friend John Cristando at Dartmouth College. A learning environment second to none with - my favourite - a glittering Christmas tree in the middle of the Green. We've rubbed shoulders with bright, handsome MBA students in John's class and gawked at the fluffy white stuff like we haven't since seeing it adorn the slopes of Meribel, France, in January.


It is chilly, though, and our chances of one more night camping on the coast are looking slim. Unless we want to risk having a sheriff shining his flashlight into our van window in the dead of night on the side of a highway. All shall be revealed in a few days. After Cape Cod, we'll be heading back to Pleasantville, New York until we fly to London on the 15th, with a short excursion into The City on the 10th.

We have our seatbelts securely fastened for the transition to South Africa. Hopefully the turbulence will be light. Come on Lovemobile, you can do it! (Or rather, come on Craigslist, work your magic!)

R