The family made me feel quite at home. It was much better than my Chilean Christmas where I was thrown to the street, learned how to smoke cigarettes, and drank screwdrivers. I received several lovely gifts, including a stuffed horse which means I am getting pretty good at pretending to like horses if that is the gift I am given.
Still, I could not help but feel like I was on a movie set reenacting a Christmas scene instead of actually living it. No snow. No nutcracker. No mum. No live tree. I am left feeling empty in a way. However, the angry political discussion and conservative dogma did help me feel at home.
Monday I am off to Chile. I am scared, nervous, and excited all at the same time. Just the thought of seeing the Andes looming over me once again is thrilling.
P.S. I got a bunny but ti has to go to a new home because my host mom says there is no room for cute little Kitty Scherbatskaya.
