Europe seems to have fallen victim to the “Santa Epidemic” and by that I mean… both last year (I was in Europe during Christmas time in 2009) and this year there were millions of people who chose to decorate their apartments with this heinous item:
That’s right. It’s a santa doll climbing into a window from a rope ladder.
Factually, it’s all wrong. Don’t these people know that Santa comes down the CHIMNEY? More importantly, where are the reindeer?
Beyond that, I find it tacky and comparable to the U.S. trend of blow-up snowmen. Apologies to any reader who has one on their lawn. But I’m being honest…those are really ugly, you should re-evaluate. Can I get some garland? Simple white twinkle lights?
The one upside to this is that if you’re ever really bored, you can count Santas. The number is obscene. I participated in this past time last winter, and I was appalled by the number.
I apologize that it’s been so long since I’ve updated, but I was engrossed in a bit of traveling and I had a two-week stint of visitors which was quite delightful. I’m going to try to back track to where I last updated, but it feels so long ago that things will probably be more brief, as I can’t easily conjour up my feelings for the most authentic blog post.
My family came to Spain for Christmas, and it was so great to spend time with them for a week. It was nice to have quality time together as it was our first family vacation in a decade and I’m unsure when we will all be together again.
It was so comforting to be around people who know me so well. During their visit (as mentioned in a previous post), we went to the Alhambra:
Visited a monastery in Granada:
We also walked around the city, and saw the beautiful Granada cathedral:
For Christmas Eve, when everything was closed, we had a picnic in the hotel of bread, cheese, fruit, and the delicious Spanish ham.
We also went to Jerez de la Frontera for a vineyard tour of Tio Pepe sherry, saw the highlights of Sevilla, and went to the famous Museo del Prado in Madrid. All wonderful. Unfortunately, my camera battery died and I was not equipped with my charger, so I have no photos of these experiences.
As a young woman, and also as the youngest in family, I have been doing a lot of reflecting on the transformation of my family over the past few years. I moved to Spain, one of my brothers moved to Illinois, and how I feel when I am in the house I grew up is much different than I once did. What is “home”? Spain doesn’t feel like home. My parent’s house feels safe, but it doesn’t necessarily feel like “home” anymore either. I wonder when the next time will be that I will feel rooted to a certain place. I’m starting to believe that home is more of a feeling than a location. Being with my brothers and parents feels like home. Sharing a laugh with friends feels like home.
I have a quote taped to my mirror in my apartment, and it has become truer as I grow older.
Home is wherever you are if there’s love there, too.
Merry Christmas, everyone 🙂 I’m enjoying the holiday with my family and hope that you are having a special day, too. Besos!
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. And our school had this project where all of the students made manger figurines using a wooden spoon. They are displayed in the lobby, and they are so adorable.
Children are such artists. I am continually in awe of their creativity and perspective. So often in class I think of the quote by Picasso, “Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.”
On another note, this week we had this beautiful and extravagant Christmas lunch at school for all of the teachers. We all sat in the library after school and feasted on different meats, melon, cheeses, migas (a bread-type of food. I find this comparable to stuffing, but its still very different), chicken in an almond sauce, and fried milk for dessert (kind of like a lump of more solid rice pudding covered in sugar and cinnamon). There was wine and beer and holiday cheer and I laughed to myself about how this would never happen in an elementary school in the U.S.A.
After eating, we broke out the first grader’s tambourines and sang Christmas carols (all in Spanish, so I smiled and swayed). It felt like something that only would have happened in a movie. Loved every minute of it.
Getting excited for my family to come next week! Merry Christmas, everyone! Christmas lights pictures of Granada to come…
I’ve decided to start a new segment of my blog called…wait for it….”poorly Photoshopped depictions.” Whenever something really exciting is coming up, I will poorly depict said event using Photoshop. Pretty self explanatory, eh?
I could probably type a very long post about all of the wonderful things that will be happening to me but, instead of bragging, I will insert these photos and call it a day.
***Disclaimer: I can actually use Photoshop much, much better than this. I can make pretty, professional things when I try hard. School of Media Arts and Design, I will not shame you.
***Disclaimer #2: Kelly doesn’t actually wear glasses.
I am one lucky duck! And you, my blog reader, will get to read ALLLLLL about it when I return home from each subsequent trip.