A very spanish Christmas
03.01.2010 18 °C
Hola again! We managed to survive our first Christmas away from home and actually had just a lovely time. And we only cried a little. The Christmas season began for us on Christmas eve. After receiving the very North American delicacy known as Kraft Dinner in the mail from home, we had a feast, believe us. We never thought we would miss Kraft Dinner and hot dogs as much as we did. We also never thought Kraft Dinner ON hot dogs ON bread WITH ketchup would taste so delicious. Once we got over being explosively full, we dressed ourselves up and went for mass at the gothic cathedral. Its one of the oldest and most beautiful buildings in Barcelona so we thought it would be appropriately Christmassy. The mass was, naturally, in Spanish and super full so we didn´t necessarily get the full religious aspect of the evening but it was still a very nice way to bring in the day. After mass we got to listen to some fabulous jazz buskers playing carols outside the cathedral (and may have had a little cry while we listened to the church bells strike midnight. But don´t worry, it was a sort of festive, happy cry). The rest of the evening was spent at home, eating snacks that were ACTUALLY good after 2 months of sandwiches, opening the Barbies our new Dutch friends Niels and Yasser gave us (thanks boys!), playing with the Barbies very loudly for a very long time (well mostly just Rachael and Jordyn), stealing Georgia´s camera to make videos of ourselves playing with the barbies (again mostly Jordyn and Rachael), reading a Christmas Carol out loud, and basking in the Christmassy glow.
Christmas for all of us has always meant eating well in the past so we decided money wasn´t an issue just for Christmas and we went all out. We started the morning with presents, a few from each other and a few from some parents, then brunched on wifesaver (Georgia´s family´s traditional breakfast delicacy. You should try it.). For the rest of the day we had a sort of lay-eat-go to the beach-lay-eat-cook-eat-lay-cook-eat pattern. Being 6 kids from Saskatchewan on the beach in 20 degree weather on Christmas was strange for all of us. Which reminds us, the lovely Willy Forsythe made an appearance for the Christmas season at the girls´. Dinner was an adventure, which began a couple days earlier at the market where Irena and Jordyn procured an entire chicken for us to cook. After the butcher kindly removed the head upon request, Burt the chicken came home, innards intact, for some good old cookin. Irena and Kirsten did an exemplary job of gutting dear Burt and the rest of us quickly vacated the kitchen after they started playing with his esophagus. Dinner ended up turning out better than any of us thought and in the true spirit of Christmas involved TONS of leftovers. After dinner some fairly emotional calls home took place and we ended our Christmas feeling very full, very Merry, and a little proud of ourselves for pulling it off. One thing we learned this year: your mom/dad/grandma isn´t lying when she (he..) says she´s sick of cooking. All in all, it was VERRY MERRY!