The thing about gallivanting across parts of Italy for about six weeks and then wending your way back to Spain – pausing in France for a couple of days in between to reconnect with the cafe culture and stock up on booze – is that the experience creates a little bubble of absentmindedness.
You forget the number of days since your jeans met with soap and water, the passwords to various and sundry social networking sites, and that not one but two significant holidays loom on the horizon. That is until your mother sends a very sweet “Happy Thanksgiving-we miss you-where the hell are you-why haven’t you updated Flickr with more photos” email and…BAM…at least the pending holiday realization hits home.
Plus, sort of ironically – a holiday related article written a while back at the request of lovely friend appears in virtual print on her freshly minted website..and you forget to make an announcement that toots the appropriate horns. The site, aptly named Holiday Chill, is all about helping those who experience cold sweats, raging panic, and bitter disappointment at a certain time of year they dare not name for obvious reasons do just that – chill out so they can enjoy themselves.
You can read my contribution to the cause here. But, if this is THE year you’re gonna send those blankety blank holiday pressures out the blankety blank door, just subscribe to the feed.
Here’s hoping this year’s Thanksgiving festivities fill your belly and warm your cockles. {clink clink}
