I'm not quite sure where It started. This fascination with snow, that is. Being surrounded by white seems like it must bring such peace to the entire being.
For many years I have promised my children that I would take them for a white Christmas. Years have passed. Little brats turned into obnoxious teenagers, turned into beautiful adults and cherished friends. And suddenly the big 50 was upon me. People seem to make a huge thing of turning 50. Murmurs of parties started to find their ways into random conversations. And suddenly I realised that all those years of dreaming and wishing, just wouldn't amount to anything unless I actually took the step.
It took me a while to realise that the only real way of doing this, was to keep it simple and small. This was a dream that I wanted to share with my children, and whilst husbands and partners would add various levels of fun, it would somehow dilute the dream for me. I wanted to give, and share with my children, an experience that I hope will stay with them for the rest of their lives. Memories that brighten even the darkest of days.
Our journey starts on the 24th of November. Over a period of two weeks, we will visit Paris, London, Tromso, Oslo, Orsa, Munchen, Heidelberg and Vézelay. It sounds hectic. It will be. Hectic, and just awesome!
Start watching this space from next week. A dream this big can not be left unshared...
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