Winter Holiday (Blogophilia 3.5)



In snooping around for what to write on, my eyes landed on Ice Water Castles.  I wasn't sure why this was speaking to me more than the others, but it was.  Then I remembered a little piece I saw on the Hotel De Glace (Ice Hotel).  A concept borrowed from Sweden, this Quebec landmark is open from January to March.  It has as much natural air conditioning as you can stand and one of the wilder bars in the western hemisphere.  

You can be like Lady Godiva and prance naked in the snow out to the bubbling spa.  This would be without her horse, Aethenoth, who would surely stumble on the ice.  I'm sure those who actually try this have to contort like a circus acrobat to make it from the changing room. 

 You are cordially invited to stay there.  But I won't be joining you.  I live 2000 miles south of there and I  don't like cold THAT much. 

Comments

  1. AnonymousMarch 13, 2012 at 12:19 AM

    I don't like cold either! but I do like awarding points so... 8 points Earthling! :)
    Now I have to go stand by the fire to warm up, just reading this made me cold!
    Marvin

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  2. AnonymousMarch 13, 2012 at 11:47 AM

    They have some "Ice Hotels" in Iceland that I would like to visit someday - but the wife is not yet convinced. (Or at least it isn't quite the top of her priorities.)

    Chuck

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    1. Another Government EmployeeMarch 13, 2012 at 7:37 PM

      Iceland is a beautiful place. I have a friend from there.

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  3. sueMarch 13, 2012 at 11:56 AM

    I remember that! never been but remember the article and yes ice water castles appeals to the soul or something - like how you got lady gaga and the horse into it.

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    1. Another Government EmployeeMarch 13, 2012 at 9:26 PM

      Ice and crystals appeal to emotional energy. There is a crystal shop in Gatlinburg, TN that emits a weird energy every time I go in.

      Strange.

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  4. UnknownMarch 13, 2012 at 9:16 PM

    Loved the video! And look at those ice glasses!Now, that's what you can really call, drinks on the rocks :)

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  5. Colleen Keller BreuningMarch 15, 2012 at 5:40 PM

    Well that looks beautiful but it would be even too cold for me. I'd much rather snuggle up by a fireplace in a nice comfy hotel room with toasty comforter and a glass of red wine...

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  6. UnknownMarch 16, 2012 at 1:11 PM

    Awesome Blogophilia 3.5, Christopher!

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  7. AnonymousMarch 17, 2012 at 11:05 PM

    Too cold for me! Two of my friends just got back from Australia and Finland. They went to an Ice Bar. Everything was made of ice. the bar, the seats, the beer was served in ice cups too!

    Joanie

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  8. AnonymousMarch 18, 2012 at 5:55 PM

    No thanks, if it drops below 80 it's time to head south. :D

    Sallom

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