My first white Christmas
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The next four days we passed in Basel with hours of puzzles, lots of card games, and a plethora of cheese and chocolate. We took a stroll around the city once a day, and were met with carols on the corners, Christmas trees erected in the middle of the sidewalks, and enchanting Christmas markets. The snow capped rooftops, lights strung across buildings, and ornaments hanging in every window, made Switzerland the quintessential look of Christmas, like the whole city had just jumped straight out of a jigsaw puzzle. We tried warm spiced wine (gluhwein), potato pancakes, and gingerbread as we strolled through the booths at the market… and picked up some new wooden crafted ornaments and of course, more chocolate.
I woke up Christmas morning with a letter from Santa delivered to my blackberry email inbox, via PDF file from my father. I cried a bit, and felt loved from afar. Then I opened my Christmas present from my mother. Two separate DVDs. One with personal messages videotaped from all my extended family members at the previous Thanksgiving celebration out at my grandparents ranch. The second, a medley of messages recorded from some of my best friends in the world. I laughed a ton, and cried even more, but it was perfect. My heart ached to be with everyone I saw in the video and yet simultaneously felt enveloped in love. My mom, family, and friends are wonderful.
After two fabulous dinners out in Basel at some of the nicest restaurants, we decided to stay in for Christmas dinner and cook ourselves. Laura and I brought a little Vigo flair to the table with our Spanish tortilla we had mastered back home… while my aunt and uncle tackled the “turkey.” The “turkey” cooked fast, left lots of fat in the bottom of the pan, and when we finally sat down to eat and cut into it… it had no white meat. Confused and perplexed through the first few bite, we finally realized… we had in fact bought a duck instead, due to the fact that Swiss German is un-readable to me or anyone else in my family when attempting to buy products at the supermarket. Nevertheless, our Christmas duck was fabulous and the Spanish tortilla was a hit. It was wonderful to be surrounded by family and share stories about past Christmases and wonder together how the family traditions were being carried out miles away back home. I missed singing carols with my cousins, watching my uncle walk in the back sliding glass door dressed in a Santa Suit, and waking up in my new pajamas to tear open my stockings with my brothers… but this new, different, and international Christmas was memorable and a blessing.
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