More Christmas travel memories
One of the most raucous was a Christmas Eve in a small beach town in the Yucatan, where the local men drank beer outside our hotel and partied all night. We had been fortunate to find a small restaurant to have a bit of local fish, fried simply, for that evening's dinner. (We’d left Merida in our rental car, without provisions, uncharacteristically, perhaps because the shops had already closed for Christmas Eve.)
|A souvenir postcard from Grindelwald (it was on the wall near my computer for decades)|
|The Eiger and Jungfrau surround Grindelwald|
It was during the year I spent in Germany after graduate school, so at winter break, Tim came to visit and we traveled a bit through the Netherlands, Switzerland, and Italy. As poor post-docs (so definitely we were really budget travelers then), we didn’t spring for the fancy Christmas dinner at the local hotel, as it seemed unaffordable at the time.