I may be a little late chiming in on this, but here’s my favorite holiday season travel memory:
In 1993, my parents, sisters, brother-in-law and I went to Prague and then to Switzerland for the holidays. We spent Christmas Eve in the town of Brig in southern Switzerland, and after dinner walked up to the local castle. When we walked into the courtyard, we saw a brass band, about 20 men wearing red uniforms with white plumes on their hats, playing “Stille Nacht” to an audience which was probably most of the population of Brig. They were swaying back and forth and singing along and to make it perfect, it was snowing into the open courtyard as we listened. The people kind of folded us into their group, and we had a magical Christmas Eve. My parents are both gone now, but when I think of them, I always see Mom and Dad looking up into that swirling snow listening to that music high up in the Alps.
Beth