Christmas day this year was not spent with my family. It wasn't spent basking in the summery sun and It wasn't spent at a beautiful wine farm in the Cape.
A visit from an Australian friend in Amsterdam was how much of Christmas day was spent. We drank far too much red wine, frolicked around in the forests, and made French toast for lunch. we spoke about our futures in Holland , and whether or not we wanted to stay. We reminisced about memories of our friends, family and loved ones back home. We spoke Dutch, and then reverted back to English. We smoked cigarettes and lay in another's arms. It was a simple day
Christmas dinner was held at a good friend in my village, who so happened to be a chef. We sipped on onion soup for starters and a lightly dressed spinach salad with goats cheese and walnuts. There was meat too. Steak dressed with a creamy mushroom sauce and oozing medium rare blood on the dish. We played games, exchanged secrets, truths and dares and on my very short-lived drunk bike ride home, I couldn't help but to indulge in the thought that despite it being a somewhat unconventional Christmas , It may very well have been one of the most memorable..
You don't always have to celebrate Christmas with your family to feel the spirit of it. I find that our friends are our second family and consequently it is always nice to reunite with old and new friends on such special occasions.
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