The Holidays are a busy time for everyone; including The Traveling Chicken. Transylvania is a magical place-especially in the fall when the leaves are turning, the haystacks are gold within the fields and the air begins to chill. Then it is time for tea or coffee and a pastry or cake in one of the beautiful old school tea rooms in a medieval fairy story town like Sighisoara. On the Coffee Home Cositorarului (it’s also a bed and breakfast), the setting is charming, the espresso is served in china tea cups adorned with roses and the room is a mixture of pink velvet settees and old-fashioned upholstered chairs where kitty cats snooze. In Sighisoara “each step is stuffed with “poetry and thriller” says their web site. It is true.
It’s the briefest of moments just like the these with the friendly straightforward-going waiter, Tony, at Horsefeather’s in Conway Village who clearly loved his life in New Hampshire but was a native Texan, who made our lunch so nice and those with the busy Italian lady at La Famiglia Giorgio in the North Finish, Boston whose face radiated with pleasure when her work was acknowledged, that make the vacation season really feel deeper and richer and inclusive. They’re just whispers of goodwill… They are a couple of exchanged sentiments that would appear trivial and insignificant to the broader more definable experiences of the holidays. But, for some reason, they’re the threads of reminiscence that relaxation in my thoughts in those quiet moments once I consider the spirit of the season. The small thank yous”, the pay it forwards at the freeway toll booths, and the mild smiles of appreciation of somebody who’s putting in a tough day’s work.
As Coote only has a short period of time to spend in each … Read More