I’ll admit, I’ve been pretty homesick in the last few weeks. My thoughts have flicked to far-away family and friends, leafy streets in Bryndwr and everyone wonderful who lives there, St Tims, and the Southern Alps a bit too often. I thought Christmas day might make it harder. How good is it to be wrong! We celebrated the day in style, remembering a brave, confused teenage girl who gave birth to the baby who would turn the world upside down and inside out. Here we are, enjoying a feast with our neighbors:
Here are my favourite features of our Lacor Christmas:
- Cow poop. All over Lacor, people decorated their huts by smearing fresh cow poo mixed with red clay, soil, charcoal or ash, depending on the colour desired. I helped smear the floor of our church to make it smooth and cool for Christmas. It still looks swell, and the smell only lasted a few days!
- Glass bottle sodas. ‘Sodas’ (fizzy drink) are the mark of a celebration here. I kind of get why- soda usually comes in small glass bottles which must be later returned to the shop keeper. They feel much more festive than 2L plastic bottles!
- Chilled. There was nothing rushed about our Christmas…no buying of tons of presents. No frantic preparations. We wandered into our 9am church service at 9:20, which eventually started at 9:40. Celebration with our neighbours started slowly with card games and chilling, with a meal in the late afternoon.
- Together. I think I’ve mentioned in previous blogs that husbands around these parts are rarely-seen creatures. Christmas turned out to be no exception. BUT, our lady-neighbours all got together to have a party, so no one was lonely!
- Fireflies. We don’t always get to hang out with these little friends. But after we had finished eating they came out with the stars and flitted around us as we lounged outside.