With all the snow in Southern Germany and Austria, I am reminded of the times I got snowed in while living in the US. One time, at the end of December, 2010, I had taken a few days off and was just crossing the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, when it began to snow. Heavily. It took me forever to reach my destination: Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.
By the time I got there, the small Atlantic Coast town was covered knee deep in snow, boarded up and looked like a ghost town. Only one or two restaurants were open, but I managed to get something to eat, and enjoyed the quiet streets blanketed with snow.
It snowed all night, and the next morning, the cook hadn’t made it to the Bellmoor Inn, my favorite place to stay in Rehoboth. So the remaining staff improvised, and we had nevertheless a great breakfast buffett.
I took a while before eveybody dug out, but the sun was soon out to help.
I like being at the beach in winter. Coming back from the cold to a nice and cozy hotel has it’s own charme. Sitting inside, drinking a hot cocoa, reading a book and watching the snow fall is priceless.
Rehoboth Beach is nice during the summer, too, if you can avoid the big crowds. I have the feeling I might be back sooner rather than later.
Happy New Year, by the way.