Highlands is always a peaceful destination for us, and we were sure that it would be a quiet retreat from the hurried pace of Christmas—since it was “Christmas past.” We were so wrong.
This was once a town that closed during the winter and all “the snow birds” went south to Florida. No more! They were all here, shopping, and standing in line for brick oven pizza . . . .
my favorite along with a fresh arugula salad with pine nuts, olive oil and lemon juice.
These two, Anne and Pat, were planning a grand New Year’s Eve feast—steak and lobster. It turned out to be wonderful!
Highlands in the winter. All we need now is snow!
On the way home, we realized that we were above the clouds! Beautiful!