I spent this past weekend in Tremblant in Canada (about 90 minutes from Montreal). The older three children and I tagged along with my husband, who'd been in Canada for work. The boys skied and went snowboarding. I don't ski, though I enjoy some of the people watching in ski resorts. I spent the mornings working and at the gym. Anyway, the highlight for me was in the afternoons, getting in our swimsuits and going into the hotel's hot pool outside. It wasn't quite hot tub hot — the temperature worked to be in for an hour each day. Getting from the door to the pool in a swimsuit was bracing, but then it felt nice to be in an outdoor pool in January! The first afternoon, the snowflakes fell thick. There was something lovely about the contrast between warm body and cold face (some people were actually wearing ski caps in the pool!) The second afternoon it wasn't snowing, and I decided to order a glass of wine while I was watching the kids.
When I wrote about "The Norwegian Secret to Enjoying a Long Winter" last year, one of the take-aways was that flipping the switch from enduring to enjoying requires focusing on things you can only do in winter. Being outside, feeling the cold on one's face and looking at the snow, while sitting in a hot pool, enjoying a nice beverage, would fall into that category.
And now it's only 6 more weeks until the daffodils are up…
Post script: I wrote the above at the airport in Montreal before heading home. We got off the plane in PHL in Terminal F, with my car in Terminal A — not close. So my husband and the boys took the shuttle bus to retrieve the car in Parking Garage A, while my daughter and I went to get our bags. We retrieved them…then realized we were the only people there, and no cars could get to Terminal F, because protesters had basically shut down the airport around us. I am very grateful to the PHL airport employees who helped my daughter and me identify a place where my husband could get to from the garage (once he and the boys waded through the protesters and police), and then carried our bags over to an island by the exit booths. My daughter was very cooperative, standing right there by all the traffic, keeping as still as I told her to, and eating crackers while I flagged my husband down. Very glad to get out of there.