His gloved hands gripped the steering wheel of the leased BMW as my brother Ryan drove along icy roads through a blizzard from Amsterdam to Maastricht in the Netherlands last Christmas.
He was determined to treat our family to an Andre Rieu Christmas concert just over the border in Belgium, and not even the wildest winter weather in recent memory could stop him.
As the afternoon darkened, we slid our way into old town Maastricht, plowing our way through snow drifts along winding streets to our room for the night. We got ready in a mad dash then headed back out into the storm. Miraculously we made it to the concert in time, and it was worth every white-knuckle moment.
Thoroughly inspired I slept like the dead that night, cozy and warm in my attic room as the storm continued to rage.
The next morning we were ravenous. Unwilling to drive unless we absolutely had to, we bundled up as warmly as we could and trudged through the snow to the town square in search of hot coffee.
Here are a few images from our Christmasy stroll.
It was a marvelous ramble, wicked cold but so beautiful and Christmasy. After warming up with coffee and breakfast we piled back in the car to brave the roads to Germany for our family Christmas at my brother Evan’s house.
Where is your favorite place to celebrate the holidays?