Celebrating Christmas my way

Current Location: It’s getting embarrassing at this point, but still Jacó… 9°36’50’’ N, 84°37’48’’ W

I used to play hockey on Christmas. This year I surfed sunrise and sunset. Pure Magic. Many lessons were learnt this Christmas. One of them is that you can't eat an old ginger bread house that has been left out in the heat. Another was that making ginger bread in a hot kitchen without a fan is a true test of your patience and temperament. I will never again make ginger bread in a country that does not have snow outside. All in all the cooking went well and me and Ludvig really did a great job considering the lack of the correct ingredients in this country – we even managed to make glögg! (Yes, call us McGyvers) The dinner that was cooked for fifteen ended up being eaten by four and a half. I must admit it was a little anticlimactic, but the more food for us was the attitude we decided on. Especially since Ludvig, who cooked half of the food was too hung-over to make it past eight, only ended up eating the rice putting. The poor guy didn’t even get to try the chicken that he had spent six hours cooking. I did. I tasted great! In lack of confers (a.k.a. Christmas tree) the Danish and Norweigan girl made a Christmas tree out of beer cans (which was the major contributor why Ludvig was in such horrible condition on Christmas eve). To make perfection, we placed it on a surfboard in the pool. We had a great night, super chill. Two days later came my blunder. I ate the ceiling of the ginger bread house that had been standing outside. MISTAKE. Oops. Let’s not go into details about the aftermath, but lets just say that I will never do it again. Ever. But before this event I was riding a wave of happiness that only comes around a couple of times a year. I loved it. It was perfect. I wouldn’t have had my Christmas Eve any other way.

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