|Our home in Penticton BC a few years ago|
The driveway has been snowed covered for two weeks, with never enough time between snow storms to completely clear it. It is snowing again as we chat with her. Brrr.
Every winter a few of our dedicated friends and family members make the two-week trek back to northern homes to visit with grown children and grandchildren for the holiday season. Are they crazy? Probably.
|Lawrie leading the way on a hike across our property.|
And every year we all pooh-poohed the idea. “It’s not Christmas without snow. It’s just not Christmas with palm trees and sandy beaches.” Were we crazy? Yep!
|Friends and family enjoying a winter lunch at Ballyhoo|
In Mexico we can swim, snorkel, fish, boat, and buzz around on a motorcycle or golf cart twelve months of the year.
Occasionally we experience a cold front from the north that drops the temperature by ten degrees, blowing fine white sand into our swimming pool and killing the more delicate tropical plants.
Central heating for houses is unheard of here, so when the odd “norte” hits we simply add an extra blanket to the bed at night. The “norte” also creates my only gardening challenge; finding plants that can survive the salty winds.
|John and Lynda, 1986, x-country skiing|
Annually in October we drove our vehicles to the local garage to have winter-tread tires installed, and then in April we reversed the process to switch back to summer-tread tires. In later years with the advent of good all-season tires this tiresome chore was thankfully deleted from our annual to-do-list.
|World-famous Ice Wine harvest in Okanagan Valley BC|
In Canada we prided ourselves on not feeling the cold, wearing lightweight clothing during the winter months as proof that we were truly Canadian, tough like our pioneer forefathers, and able to face adversity.
|Friends and family enjoying a winter in Mexico|
Our northern blood is thinning, we are acclimatizing. All the more reason to spend winters here and not there.