We stood outside the buildings of Rockefeller Center admiring a large water fountain—an Atlas of bronze—and an enormously huge Christmas tree (the biggest I’d ever seen), all lit up and dazzling! The night was windy and freezing cold, enough to quite chill you to the bone. The cold that night was also record-setting, and it made the whole experience of visiting New York, well, down-right frightening. I wanted to cry out to my husband and say, “Can we please go home now, back to sunny, warmer California?” I couldn’t feel my fingers or toes or nose. Heck, I didn’t even know if I was breathing!
But it was all so worth it when I saw the snow falling on Christmas morning, and I was instantly in-love with New York. My visit was swiftly turned; it changed to a feeling of almost surreal, it was that beautiful.
We also visited Vermont; Vermont was a colorful canvas, with picturesque roads, trees and homes. I had never experienced such beauty, or such deaf silence in the night. When evening came, and all the lights were out, and everyone had gone to bed, outside was pitch-black and you couldn’t even hear a cricket. What contrast it was to living in busy and noisy San Jose.
But I would forever be smitten with Vermont!
And though I will never forget my wonderful experience in New York and Vermont, I will continue to remain a California girl!