Friday, December 12, 2008

i hate the cold. in a perfect world the weather would drop below fifty degrees and snow only on xmas morning. growing up in the midwest, the cold was normal. now, having spent the past seven years (wow, it's really been that long) in the south attending college and grad school, i've become spoiled and accustomed to warmer climates.

this day, however, was special. my friend, harold (featured) and i met in Cuba during one of my research trips. twice, he's been a lifesaver - giving me enough movies, music, and great conversations to compensate for the lonliness of traveling alone. he and others introduced me to unknown communities throughout Havana. he recently moved to Chicago, and i found it more than appropriate to include iceskating as a part of our exploration of the city... it was his first time on the ice and only my second (both in the year 2008). the weather might have reached 30 degrees that day, yet the holiday music and light now made the day absolutely beautiful...