IMG_0008flowers from the farmer’s market in Aspen

Time differences have never been my strength that’s for sure.  While I realized that Aspen was two hours behind the northeast I didn’t quite put together that my flight was four hours instead of two.  I made it through my four hour flight just fine though and boarded the plane from Denver to Aspen terrifically excited to see my best friend. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quite prepared for the tremendous turbulence I was about to experience.  Turbulence in wind, rain or snow I understand.  Turbulence in the middle of sunshine just feels wrong.  Would I do it again?  In a heartbeat.  Would I do it in the dead of winter?  I don’t know.

As I’ve always told my best friend, I don’t care what I do when I’m with her or where we go.  As a result, we end up chatting, lounging and taking our sweet time.  So while I don’t have a terribly long laundry list of things I did while in Aspen, I still had a great time.  I went to the farmer’s market on Saturday, rode the gondola to the top of the mountain, went to a friend’s birthday party and bought a pair of new boots.

IMG_0664the New Orleans/Aspen one and the Boston one