I used to look forward to that week off each year. All through high school my Dad and I went on skiing trips over the March break, until the year I took a tumble down a stair case and ended up with my leg in a cast, and we went to Mexico. Ironically, that tumble happened on a ski trip.
We skied the best places — Aspen, Banff, St. Moritz and Innsbruck. We got lost in a snow storm in St. Moritz, ended up in another town, and took the train back. In Innsbruck we went out for Strawberries Romanoff every evening after dinner. Aspen was full of big fire places and blue skies and Banff was just gorgeous.
It was a week to just hang with my Dad, ski, take pictures, laugh and catch up.
As an adult, I have a new appreciation for the time off in the middle of winter. I took no break this winter, and it is only hitting me now, that I wished I had. A break, a change of location can be such a boost, even if I'm not going on a ski trip with my Dad any more. Southern climes would suit me just fine.
Why did I think this mild winter would cause me not to want a break this year? I was so wrong. Oh well, spring seems to be coming along nicely, and a long weekend is in store in April, but oh, I wish I had planned a March break. Next year!
|March break 2010 in St. Lucia|