Monday, December 20, 2010

Warmest Chirstmas Ever

As I sit here listening to the same four Dean Martin Christmas songs on repeat I think to myself; Oh Christmas… is it really so close? I certainly don’t feel like Christmas is here, especially since the temperature has stayed a consistent 28 degrees Celsius. I always wondered what it would be like to miss all the consumerism, 2 months of Christmas music, and Santa ringing the bell outside of every Wal-Mart. I surely thought that it would be wonderful to not have any of that… and I was right, kind of. I do miss that loud, annoying, bell-ringing Santa, he reminds me of home. But here on Boa Vista, we are not entirely without Christmas celebrations, the largest grocer on the island has decorated the outside of the store with a giant star, and I have helped with the planning and construction of the Christmas tree in the main square.  But something is still missing… probably family and friends… and perhaps the fun-kind of eggnog. I will not be entirely void of friends to spend Christmas with however. Two of my closest friends here on the island, Gilson and Michel, have asked me to “pass” Christmas with them, to which I graciously accepted. There is also a small group of Peace Corps Volunteers coming here, hope they don’t mind me making my rounds during Christmas. I don’t think it would be in good taste to show up to a Cabo Verdi Christmas with 4 other Americans. I’m sure they will understand.  

The Christmas festivals thus far have been really cool! Every weekend there is music and dancing in the plaza. One thing I still haven’t figured out though; how in the world do people know what time things start here? Seriously, there are never announcements or fliers. I just get lucky and know a few people who are generally involved in the events. I have no idea how everyone else figures out, I imagine if they are passing by the plaza and hear and see people, they stop. But this is a mystery that has yet to be solved.  

The most recent basketball practice was not going so smooth, so I introduced a game that I am sure many of you are familiar with; 21. I think the team loved it, because we played it for four hours on both sides of the court. I also learned a new game called “suspensão”. The rules are simple enough; one person starts out by shooting free throws, if he misses, the ball can be touched by the next person in line, but he must shoot while in the air. If the second person in line misses, the third person goes, and so forth until someone makes one or no attempt is made to shoot. The benefit of not shooting is, if you try but don’t touch backboard or rim, you go back to zero points. So, sometimes it is best to not shoot. 

I wish I had more cool stories to tell you but, things move slowly here. I am still jobless, but I am happy. I have found some peace in the tranquil pace of my life. I hope that you all find some peace this holiday season, and drink one more grown-up eggnog for me.
 Feliz Natal- Feliz Navidad- Merry Christmas
from Boa Vista

3 comments:

  1. Love the pic at the bottom bud! As always; great updates! And from a broad spectrum of topics too!

    Wish we could be together for Christmas!

    Much love from your Mom & me... ;-)

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  2. As I sit here by myself this New Years morning I went back to your blog to reread your letters. I'm glad you are doing well and at the same time I'm sad that you are not at home with your family and friends for the holidays. I even had to go back to see how long you have been gone. I guess I was hoping that 2yrs was coming to an end this July instead of 2012. At the same time though I hope that this year, 2011 brings you the things your waiting for. Hopefully your job will start soon and I'm sure your Mom and Dad are counting the days and time before they get to see you. I hope and pray for your safety and health every day. May this year keep you going in direction with your goals you have set for yourself. Happy New Year from your Aunt Donna and I with all our love and prayers take care and be careful.

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