I realize everyone, everywhere celebrates Christmas differently so I have to keep reminding myself of where I am and with whom I am living with. I was the first one up this morning. It was 8 a.m. and there were 2 presents under the tree. There are 2 children here. No hype. No special breakfast. Nothing out of the ordinary from each and every other day.
Tunda (WWOOFer from Transylvania (Hungary)) said she is not going to noon-time dinner at Pia's parents house. And experiencing Pia's cooking first hand, am not inclined to rush to her parents house for a meal. The other WWOOFer (Ninni (Korean)) will go with them to dinner. She's leaving tomorrow (thank God) for a 2 week long vacation in Rome. Won't miss her around here. Too fake.
So I will go to the garden, pick a couple of small cabbages, cook them with some onion, add mascarpone and toss it all together into some egg noodles. This with some chunks of avocado and call it Christmas dinner in Sicily!
I'll do some laundry and enjoy a quiet house without screaming Giuseppe. Until they all leave, I'll sit here in the really warm sun, listen to the bombs going off here, next door and in the distance, Christmas music that plays intermittently over the church speakers and think of the snow falling back home.
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