Cesar and I are not ones for celebrating, especially Christmas. Growing up jewish it has little significance for me, and I have few memories associated with it, and it doesn’t have the fondest memories for Cesar, so this year I decided to plan a little getaway for us. Spend a few days out of the city, in the mountains doing something fun. So off to Tahoe we went and skied the day away!
As you can imagine, I am the world’s worst skier. Literally. I am terrified of ski lifts (hate the heights), fall all over the place and am the biggest wuss. On the opposite note, this was Cesar’s second time ever skiing and he is literally a prodigy. Went down crazy hills on his second run and nailed it.
While we had a great time on the mountain, I most loved the beauty that lives in Tahoe. The gorgeous snow, beautiful sky and amazing trees, I was in heaven. But the best part of all was spending some quality time with a guy that I love with my whole heart.
Until next year, Tahoe. I’m thinking you’ll be a tradition. I hope all of you had a wonderfully fantastic Christmas! I couldn’t love you more.