The exciting cross-cultural wonder of the French meeting the Americans to celebrate the holiday season is currently in full hot cocoa, mini-marshmallow, inflatable lit santas on lawns, non-stop christmas songs mixed with far too many bark-covered desserts mode.
One of the best things about leaving your own home and culture and taking the plunge to experience someplace different is the gift that comes when you return and everything old becomes new, again. It’s an unexpected gift that can be both exhilarating and isolating.
For the moment I am having a love affair with civil and electrical engineers. The magnificent steel power line structures that run non-stop across the plains are pure magic in my eyes. The highways, bridges and electrical sub-stations are beautiful and awe-inspiring.
The Frenchman understands my shouts of glee and wonder as we drive by, but they fall silent to the ears of everyone else.
Massive amounts of snow have fallen and the air is crisp and clean. Standing outside and just taking deep, long breaths is such a sweet pleasure.
It’s time to celebrate and to enjoy. I think there may even be a Jell-o salad within the next few days and I don’t know what will be more lovely, my reaction or watching the reaction of the French.
Happy Holidays. Be merry.