I want to be excited for the holidays. I really do. But you know what? I'm mostly just trying to ignore that it's Christmas. Actually, that's a fairly easy thing to do in Latin America since right now it's roasting hot and I'm wearing a mini-skirt and a tank top.
Can I also please note that Argentine Christmas trees are unusually ugly? I mean, they are tiny, poorly decorated and look completely out of place in the sunshine. The one in the foyer of my apartment building also only has 25% of his lights working and sometimes plays obnoxious Christmas music. I have a suspicion he's actually laughing at me.
Anyhoo, back to topic: I really can't complain too much since I've got a girlie get-away on the beach planned for Christmas. Instead of whimpering because I'm far far away, I'm attempting to focus on my current mantra: BEACH BEACH BEACH! It's hard to be homesick when you're sunbathing sipping a cocktail, right?
While I've got sunshine and a sexy tan this Christmas, next year I promise I'll be home. That's not a promise to my family or friends. It's a promise to me. My heart is aching for you. I can't wait to put my arms around you and hug you. I miss you all so very much.
Merry Christmas with love! xoxox