I guess I shouldn't be surprised, it is the middle of November after all. Yet even though I know it's coming every year, my heart still sinks a little every time the first flakes descend to the ground. It's like that final bell to let the ant know that it's time to take it easy, and that now's the time for the grasshopper to panic. Since I live my life in a manner far more similar to the grasshopper than the ant, I guess I should be worried.
The problem that I usually find myself in though, is that like the grasshopper, I always leave things to the last second. Sometimes this pays off for me. Last year Expedia ran their "free trips to Las Vegas" promotion (I think they might take offense at calling it a promotion, but they've insisted it wasn't a mistake.), and we got a fantastic winter holiday. Alas there doesn't seem to be anything similar coming our way this year. This year it looks like we're going to have to pay for our own vacation, and well...that's just no where near as much fun.
It's always a little disappointing (although not surprising) when Hawaii or Florida don't show up on the cheap list, but I've always said that the key to us being able to travel so much is that we don't pick our destination. We simply find the most economical place to travel to, and then we figure out what there is to do at that destination. I'm sure we could make a good winter vacation out of Texas or New Mexico, but before I go and start booking things, I'm going to play grasshopper for a couple more weeks. I've got a feeling that something great is going to come along soon, and if I'm wrong, I guess we can always go find a well prepared ant in a tropical location and beg him to let us stay there.