It’s that time of year again; all the candles in the jack-o-lanterns have been blown out, the turkey has been eaten, and now it’s time to deck the halls and get seriously jolly. Part of me loves the hustle and bustle of shopping and wrapping and baking, of holiday parties and tree trimming and driving around to look at Christmas lights. But by the time the actual day gets here, I’m sick of relentlessly festive Christmas music and ready for spring already (I guess my tolerance for winter is epically short).
So after my holiday “vacation,” I always feel like I need another, actual vacation. I’ve only taken a winter vacation once in my life, back when I was a teenager. I went to a winter resort in the Poconos, where I snow tubed and sledded but steadfastly avoided skiing. I also avoided being out in the cold for longer than an hour at a time (not exactly ski bunny behavior). I like the idea of winter vacations; I like to picture French chalets surrounded by pristine, glittery white snow. I like planning outfits involving matching pompom hats and mittens, and I like to imagine myself winding gracefully down a hillside on a pair of skis. But I fear the reality would be more like a snotty nose and cold bum, from falling so many times.
I also haven’t taken many beach vacations. Sure, I’ve been to the beach lots of times, but as for extended-stay vacation lounging, there have only been about 3 trips. And they’ve always been in the summertime, on the east coast, when the warm weather is expected and not-fully-appreciated. I’d love to head to the tropics and trade my puffy down coat for a bathing suit, my mittens for a drink in a pineapple, and keep my sunglasses on because of the sun instead of snow glare.
In light of these two very different choices, I’ve picked my two dream destinations for a winter getaway. First up: Switzerland. Because, come on, it’s Switzerland. I’ve been there once before, for a few days at the end of a long, hot summer, and it was stunning. Bern, a perfectly quaint town with its bear pit and winding streets, was one of my favorite places. And the picturesque lake in Lucerne is lovely in the heat of the summer sun, but I’ve always wondered what it would look like frosted with snow. And the Alps, of course. Who wouldn’t want to spend a winter vacation tucked away in an alpine lodge?
And my ultimate island alternative? Fiji. Because if I’m going to do the island thing, I want to do it all the way. I want those huts that jut out over the water, and water the color of a melted glacier, and sand like powdered sugar between my toes. I want huge exotic flowers and coconuts and sunsets.
I may not get to either destination this winter, but it’s nice to dream. And to plan for when it does happen.
What are your fave winter vacations: do you embrace the snow or get away to some sun and sand?
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