Reporting from my kitchen table here over a bowl of lo mein and a glass of lemon tea. It’s Christmas Eve here on the Costa, which by all accounts should be a bigger day than Christmas.
Whereas some of my friends living with Catholic host families here will be enjoying a late night supper and midnight mass, we are going the evangelical route of 7 o’clock service and 9 o’clock dinner. My host mom will be singing in the service and there will most likely be dancing.
Presents for the little ones are stashed in my room; I guess it’s the most secretive room in the house.
Yesterday Kendra and I were at our local Exito super market and there was a bevy of Santas and hot girls in scanty Mrs. Claus type outfits parading around and dancing to the small band of drums, saxophone, clarinet and trumpet playing Christmas carols at perfect fifths. Then I was in the Christmas spirit.
Tomorrow the volunteers are going to have a potluck. Should be good.
Oh, and our Barranquilla city team, the Juniors, won some kind of national futbol something so, yay! There was much throwing of beer and partying in the streets.
ps I’m using the chopsticks you sent me Ian and Meghan. How I miss eating with chopsticks all the time.