The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination. – Terri Guillemets
This morning’s post is a little on the lighter side. Or at least it’s starting out that way. Rebekah and I have been prepping for the upcoming “If we’re going to travel to Eastern Europe, let’s go in the winter” trip. So our children told us if we didn’t find some serious cold-weather gear we’d be toast. Actually we’d be popsicles, but I’m not here to quibble.
So do you think we might be ready?
When we relocated to North Carolina from Florida in 2013 we had to up our cold weather game. That pretty much meant moving from shorts and sandals in the winter to jeans, long-sleeved shirts, a few light sweaters and the occasional windbreaker.
Rebekah and I enjoy the four seasons here immensely, but we haven’t seen so much as a snowflake in years. In consequence we thought we had likely accumulated enough in the way of layered insulation to take on Christmas in Poland.
Au contraire; we have been informed that our cotton sweaters and light golf jackets won’t exactly hack it on the Eastern Front!
So now we look like Yaks standing on the ice in the tundra!
Regardless I can’t wait to share some posts directly from the frozen landscape around Krakow. Of course I may not be able to get my camera to focus or the shutter to click if I’m wearing three-inch thick tobogganing gloves – or if my eyelids are frozen shut.
So stay tuned. I can guarantee that, whatever happens, this trip is going to be beyond memorable.
Now I just have to remember where I stashed my cross-country skis. – DEREK