My wife told me it snowed today in London, so that for a change, where we live outside of Boston may be more desirable than the city we've visited twice and still fantasize about going to again.
And then we both said, "Naaaahhhh."
Of course, we were talking about Tourist London, where we envision snow as a lovely cover on all our favorite London places, and all the absurdly attractive people would break out their ultra-stylish winter gear. It is the London of Buckingham Palace, the London Eye, Big Ben, West End shows and soccer at every turn.
Reality London (and the rest of the country) is obviously much different. Snow means icy roads, bundling up to sweep off the car and turning up the heat. It's not a never-ending adventure, but a place where people live, not everything is fabulous and there might actually be a few people who say, "Enough with all the football!" (Kind of like how I am with the NFL.)
Who knows? Maybe they'd find Boston to be some kind of great adventure.
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