Winter is coming...for a whole year

As you can probably tell by our earlier posts, it's cold here. In fact, it's winter.

Wordy, The Squidd, and I are in the middle of experiencing our year of eternal winter. We left winter in the Northern Hemisphere only to arrive in winter in the Southern Hemisphere. This provides perspective as to whether or not we actually need summer.

Do we miss the smell of Philly in the summer? No. Mind you certain corners of Philly smell like 200 year old outhouses. Around Pine and 13th, there is a smell like no others...especially with the dive bar Dirty Frank's right there.

Do we miss the muggy, shirt-sticking afternoons of the Eastern Seaboard? Hell no.

Do we miss the season of water ice? For those of you not from Philadelphia, water ice is a summer treat that is essentially a slightly hardened over-sweetened slushy. The best water ice is at John's, but for some reason I aways felt like an idiot ordering water ice. Isn't ice solid water? I might as well be ordering water water.

OK, we don't miss certain things, but there is something to be said about warming up the bones, grilling outside, and wearing shorts. Mind you, winter does not deter Kiwis from wearing shorts. Wordy and I are still amazed by the number of Kiwis we see in shorts everyday. Perhaps, The Squidd will also acquire this superpower as well as a Kiwi accent?

Both Wordy and I are interested to see 'how Kiwi' The Squidd will go in the coming years. When The Squidd gets a little older, we hope to take him back to Philly to see where he was born...return to his roots.

I can only imagine The Squidd ordering a water ice at John's and the cashier asking, "Where are you from?" puzzled by his Kiwi accent.

"13th and Rodman," he'll say. "I am a Philadelphian, mate."