Christmas comes in the summer here so there is never a good reason to enjoy the Christmas winter traditions like warm fires, hot chocolate and snow. Greytown has a Christmas in July festival every year and we finally got our act together to take part in the celebration. It was a madhouse. The street was jammed with families, kids running, adults moving haphazardly. It was a rush-hour-on-the-subway crush of humanity. We were unable to find any information on the schedule or even a map. So, we wandered around aimlessly taking in the craft booths and the crowd energy. Here we are with the mascots:
We did manage to get into the area where they make it “snow.” Well, okay, it is soap bubbles but it is the thought that counts. Unfortunately, we did not act promptly enough to get food and by that time we were looking for dinner, all of the restaurants were full and the food trucks had nothing but crumbs. We drove over to Martinsburg for a nice dinner in a calm restaurant and vowed, boy, we will never do that again.
A Yank Among the Kiwis 