So, after sixteen some-odd hours of journey time, I have arrived in the Birkshires. The flights went as well as can be expected and some fun times with humanity ensued. But the final journey in was the best. Of course, to a west-coast bred girl, this part of the country looks like something off a backlot where a Hallmark movie is being shot. I kept thinking "Do people really LIVE in these houses?? With these clapboards and bright colors and shutters against the snow?" Weird.
Anyway, I'm now happily situation in my dorm room at the Shakespeare and Co campus. This week will probably settle those Whitworth yearnings I've had from time to time over the last few years. I had to re-learn how to walk on snow and ice. There are cute buildings and trees everywhere. No pinecones, though.
Anyway, I've been up much longer than my body likes to be, so I'm going to get a couple hours of shuteye and then go officially register. Then I get to hike my booty a half a mile uphill to get something to eat ( I wish I could say it was in both directions, but i cannot). I will very likely lose ten pounds by the end of this week (with any luck!).
Will likely write more after hearing Tina Packer speak this evening. Fun!