LB and I spent our first (and probably only) Christmas in Buenos Aires. At first, it was a little difficult for us. After all, it didn't feel like Christmas, at least not until Christmas morning: Christmas Eve was 90 degrees, for fuck's sake. People were shooting fireworks once the clock struck midnight. The streets were practically abandoned. Very few windows were adorned in Christmas lights, there were no snowmen, or kids running around with plastic sleds in their hands, and holiday jingles were a complete rarity here (except for in the supermarket). Maybe most sad of all, neither my family nor LB's was here, making us feel isolated in the Land of Barbecues. I guess what I'm saying is that at first, it felt foreign to be here, which, if you think about, is surely the very opposite of what Christmas is supposed to feel, which is warm and familiar, like something that comes out of the oven. Christmas Eve felt like the fourth of July, not the advent of Winter or the changing of the guard.
And yet, by the time we'd woke up (we slept in somehow), Christmas in Buenos Aires turned out to be calm, simple and beautiful. It was everything we needed. Sure, we missed our families terribly, but I think we also felt so much closer, like we were going through this moment of loss + joy, isolation + celebration, together. And that made us feel close + strong, something every couple needs to feel. So, Christmas in Buenos Aires was simple, calm and beautiful. Here are some of our blessings:
Before We Opened up Presents, We Decided to Raid Santa's Snack Cabinet and Drink Some Tea. In this Case, the Tea was Delicious Organic Black Tea, and the Cookies were Homemade, Using LB's Secret Recipe of Raspberry Preserves and Chocolate.
Giving Zoe the Sniff Test: Of the Three Bones Zoe Got for Christmas, She Decided on the Carrot One
A Wisdom of Tibet Calender My Mom Sent Me All the Way from Socal
Healthy, Fruit-Juice Flavored Lifesavers from Trader Joe's, Courtesy of Mom
Is It a Teardrop? A Giant Comma Made from Stone? No, Of Course Not, It's a Quartz Whale for Lighting Incense. Like Duh.
If There's One Rule I've Learned in My Meager 34 Years, It's that . . .
And Homemade Pasta Salad, Vegetarian Stuffing and My World-Famous Chocolate Banana Bread.
Here We Have the World's Worst Gravy of all Time (Totally My Fault), LB's Veggie Meatloaf and my Vegetarian Paella (Yes, of course I included Saffron)
Here's a Closeup. Maybe You Can Even See Those Little Red Strands from Here
Finally, the Perfect Way to End the Day: Christening My New Porcelain Mate.