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Holiday Strollin'

No Where To Sit : Standing at a Counter Corner at Peet's Coffee

There is something magical in the combination of chilly weather, spicy coffee, twinkle lights, warm clothes, good books, jazzy jingles, shop windows decorated in snow flakes and red and gold, and your loved ones close by... run any permutation of these factors and you'll instantly end up in Happy Land. 

I try to exploit the holiday feeling as long as I can, without breaking any laws of course.  

The Steve Jobs memoir that I started reading a week or so ago still has me fully hooked.  It makes me laugh and cringe and exhale at times in sadness and at times in amazement. I drag it with us everywhere we go (to the surprised look of my Mr. Urban), on the off chance I can pull that giant, crayon and chocolate stained hardcover out of my Marry Poppins' style bag the second I see an opportunity... like when Mr. Urban and the UrbanToddler stand in line together to pick up lunch at Mayfield or outside my daughter's classroom where I savor every last second I have, before joining story time with my girl on my lap.


Los Altos has an annual Holiday Stroll, where downtown is transformed into a charming Christmas village, with carollers dressed in Dickensian styles singing on various corners, the beautifully decorated shops serving wine and warm apple cider, and neighbors walking around in plenty of good cheer.  But this year, on the night of the Holiday Stroll the rain was pouring down, and to the embarrassment of the Vancouverite in me, we opted to stay out of the rain and in the comfort of our warm home.

The next night, when it was dry and warm and Los Altos was washed in the bright glow of a low hanging full moon, we ventured out for a lovely Holiday Stroll.

Here's to a new week of enjoying warm latte's with sprinkles of Cinnamon and Nutmeg and all kinds of jazzy songs with the cutest people in your life.
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  1. DionneNovember 15, 2011 at 9:31 AM

    How cute! Looks like a cute little place. And yes, gotta love lattes with friends!

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