Merry Christmas
Today, Christmas 2006, is starting out like most Christmases have been for my adult life, peaceful (except for that year in boot camp- that was a doozy). The little lady is upstairs snoozing and I’m wandering the internets and listening to the breeze outside in the trees. Maybe one year I'll reside in a non-Christian country and feel a difference in the vibe, but considering this post from Jules Crittenden I'm not so sure about that.
Last night the local fireworks lasted until around 2 am, which may sound a little strange to gringo ears. As most Americans are accustomed to fireworks on the Fourth of July and New Year's Eve, in other places they pick different days to blow things up. I guess if you dig a little deeper and consider the daily explosions of recent vintage in the area surrounding the birthplace of the Christ Child, big booms outside the window on Christmas Eve isn't all that profound.
The new year is coming up pretty quick and will bring some changes, perhaps big ones, to the proprietor of your humble Café. I'm not ready to come home yet, but I'm about done here in this little country. Opportunities await elsewhere, and as plans firm up I'll post the impending new locale. Betcha' can't wait.
