As this blog’s concept is reflective, I will write about my unusual Christmas in retrospective…
On christmas eve the barbeque for everyone in the hostel took place and in the evening we went to a house party. The flat (seemingly, I thought) was made out of people who once lived at the hostel and it was a quieter one. As we guests talked with each other, you could witness the ceremonial ‘Christmas Dinner’ from the side. At that moment I wished to be back in the familiar place, as what happened there looked so much like family.
The celebrative hugs at 12 o’clock felt very welcome then…
On christmas morning I could witness the mutual giving of presents with my roommates and along the tree a christmassy mood came up. The 3 Lindor chocolates went down nicely on us three.
Then we baked some cookies which came out especially delicious. 🙂
Any other christmas party I ever attended was different to the general drinking at the hostel, which dominated all festivity. I consciously withdrew myself from the loss of cognitive and motoric consciousness.
Nevertheless some interesting talks took place and after the secret santa presents were given to each other I held one of those fantastic espresso makers. It already gave some nice cups of coffee to me and I am grateful for that. 😉
Then today was the day we submitted to some kind of tradition. We went to the Wellington Waterfront with some people and…
