The contrast between the paradise I just returned from and the New England reality I actually live in, couldn't have been more drastic than it was the past two days. Alex and I returned from sunny, tropical Antigua, where it is always 85 degrees, and were greeted with an insane blizzard (I wish I had pictures!) that left us snowed in at my father-in-law's country house for 2 days. My body has been in a complete state of shock, attempting to be flexible and cameleon-like, but it feels more like confusion.
That sense of confusion is something I love about traveling though. I love to observe others' ways of life--the unique practices, thoughts, cuisine, conversations, landscapes, music and character that define a different culture and/or country. It's a total sensory confusion as you taste, see, hear, smell and touch a life that is foreign to you. And, in Antigua, the culture is rich and all my senses were in a state of bliss. I have so many stories to tell, but I'm going to leave it short and vague today as I attempt to re-acclamate to my life and unpack my chaotic-looking household.
I can't imagine being thrown into the snow after that amazing vacation. looks beautiful!!
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