Well that certainly did not work. We slogged our way to town, parked our car, took taxi to the airport, drank our four dollar Starbucks, watched the monster snowflakes fall, watched the plows attempt to plow accumulated monster snowflakes off the runways. And watched one flight after another cancell out. And then ours too. By then the taxis had quit running and we had to rent a car to escape the gravitational pull of Portland “International” Airport. That Hertz. Sigh. So. Here we are. Home again. Have new tomorrow tickets out of Boston this time. Yes, it is still snowing here in Maine. Wish us luck! We will so appreciate San Francisco when we get there!
california here we come . . . or not. stuck in the snow
Well that certainly did not work. We slogged our way to town, parked our car, took taxi to the airport, drank our four dollar Starbucks, watched the monster snowflakes fall, watched the plows attempt to plow accumulated monster snowflakes off the runways. And watched one flight after another cancell out. And then ours too.
I was having this conversation with myself this morning: what would be more fun right now, Stew? Maine in March or California in March? On the one hand, I thought, gee you know Maine can offer these brisk and refreshing 10 degree temperatures, howling winds and 10 inches of new snow. On the other hand, I remembered that Steve of San Francisco had emailed me just yesterday that it was 72 degrees and sunny out there. Hmmm. OK, I have made my decision. 
At some level we all knew that. But now it seems there are statistics to prove it. Kimberly Clark has a restaurant and hotel division and they commissioned a survey of 5,5000 people in the UK, Spain, France, Italy, Holland and Germany to find out about European food attitudes. 89 percent of Italians basically voted for mom’s home cooking. Italian’s favorite food is Italian.