| This past weekend was my ONLY weekend with Fiance' before I go back to school (which is FAR FAR FAR away from Fiance' who lives in VT).... This Saturday, and all next week Fiance' will be in his homestate of Michigan, and I will be in my homestate of New Hampshire. So we tried to PACK IT IN.... Friday I arrived in the evening (he was on call so I knew he wouldn't be home until late). I went to the Christmas Tree Shop on the way there to buy wrapping paper to wrap his Christmas present in... He lives in Williston, VT, which is the BEST town in the Burlington area because it has all the big stores, especially the Wal Mart (which is hidden from the highway), and the Christmas Tree Shop. Vermont people are hesitant to embrace the big commercial stores and such. It's not very "Vermont-y." By Vermont-y translate = sitting in a field barefoot, milking a goat to produce your PURE ORGANIC cheese, then collecting your OWN maple sugar from the trees and boiling it yourself to create your PURE ORGANIC maple syrup. All in good fun - I really find the Vermont attitude refreshing in some ways compared to Toledo's fast-food, eat spam from a can, mentality. Fiance' arrived to the apartment late, and we rested up for the next day of skiing..... Saturday we SKIED SUGARBUSH It's practically In Fiance's backyard (jealous much? I am!). It was a gorgeous day - The sky was brilliantly blue. The sun was painfully bright. The snow glinted and glittered. The air was crisp.... you get the picture. [a perfect vermont winter day] We skied with Fiance's work-friend, Gasman, which refers to his profession, and nothing else and Gasman's wife. We had a lot of fun, especially the long lunch break that we spent chatting. We skied until 4pm when the mountain closed, at which time my legs felt like pure jell-o.
Fiance' and I went home, and collapsed with cups of hot chocolate. Fiance' fought off sleep long enough to open his Christmas present . He set it up, then oooh-ed and ahhh-ed at the blue light that shone from underneath where the CD's go, and played with all the buttons on the remote, and laid on his bed and stared at it for about 10 minutes! It was great :) Sunday we decided that Saturday hadn't been enough, so we pulled out our passports and printed up mapquest directions to Montreal, Canada! It was SO amazing to visit a city in another country that was only hours away from us in the U.S. We decided to park at an underground parking garage. WELL, the garage had a limit of 6ft1inch................. Fiance' was driving the new Xterra, which is just barely taller than 6'1". Oops. The luggage rack got only a tiny bit scraped, but it sounded like a wailing woman giving birth.... The garage underneath the ground was very small, and I felt certain the Xterra was going to meet it's doom on more than one occasion with the ceiling, which sported bare wires and pipes that also concerned me.
As we drove around looking for a parkingspot, a woman walked up to the Xterra and started speaking French (I will assume it was French though I couldn't tell the difference anyway). I looked at her horrified. She switched to English, "My, uhhh, carrr, needs a jump? Can you, ehhh....?" We agreed and within minutes were parking the Xterra next to a little rental car this woman, her harried looking husband and young son were hovering beside. The boy stood by the car yelling in French and kicking the tires. We gave them a jump, then the woman said to Fiance' "Thank you SO much. And if you are a Christian, merry Christmas to you!" "I am a Christian," he replied, "and you have a merry Christmas!" We came back to the apartment Sunday night and ate a dinner of spaghetti with chicken, and our favorite Arbor Mist Blackberry Merlot. |
