Day 3, Dec. 25: Feliz NavidadWe gathered around our diminutive tree and opened our presents. Ceil’s mother Monica sent a terrific care package with gifts for each of us; Ceil had purchased several small gifts for each of the kids (a DVD each, ball point pens, coffee mugs, and ice scrapers all around).
I took a walk around the neighborhood and was pleased to discover a couple of bakeries and a liquor store open despite the holiday. This gave rise to ruminations on which types of stores stay open all the time in various countries and how that reflects on the national character – surely, in the US, it would not be difficult to buy a tank of gas on Christmas morning; in France the bakeries would be open; Spain would have the bakeries and add in a shop or two for spirits. I like Spain.
One of the shops I found sold churros – fried extrusions of sugary-dough, with cinnamon and sugar sprinkled on top. I really like Spain.We spent the better part of the day hunkered down watching the new DVDs, reading, and devouring / re-stocking our meager buffet.
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