Spring… or maybe not?

Yesterday, I was drinking rose in the Peter Stuyvesant park in Manhattan, New York, enjoying the gorgeous weather of about 82F/28C. A very nice small park named after the Dutch founder of the New York, called New Amsterdam at the time. Quite a contrast with last weekend, when I was in Denver, Colorado, trapped on a highway in a scary snow blizzard.

We came back from skiing in one of the best ski resorts in the United States - Vail. About an hour away of the jetset skiing resort of Aspen. Skiing there was something else, and I never crashed so hard as there. A reminder to start wearing a helmet next year. After skiing, we went to a big cancer conference called the AACR, which was very interesting from many perspectives. Came back on Wednesday, then left for a quick trip to New York on Saturday. It seems we pretty much went from freezing winter cold to warm summer weather in a weeks time. All trees are suddenly in blossom and my eyes have starting tearing and itching, signs of hay fever. I am glad winter is finally over.