And some good old fashioned Americana recently appeased the wanderlust in me.
A quick trip to New England to see a best friend who humored me, bringing me to Woodstock, Vermont.
Where it snowed the entire time we visited. Those (lucky enough?) to know me, know one thing:
Christmas, winter, and snow bring me joy. Maybe too much joy. Think the joy of a five year old in a toy store. That type of joy.
And best friend made it happen. Gloriously in Vermont, complete with snow sculptures!
Vermont is known for its covered bridges----in all my wandering, I'd actually never seen a covered bridge!
And then the icing on the cake: a beautiful snow covered tree with its Christmas lights still on it.
I think I may have spontaneously combusted from the combination of all things I love and can't find in Africa.
And how adorable is Woodstock?
National Geographic Magazine named Woodstock one of America's Most Picturesque Villages.
It was the perfect solution to my wanderlust. Thank you, friend.
