The big people were contemplating spending Christmas away from home for the first time in their lives, but others had more pressing issues. Even though you could drop an articulated lorry through the hole in our roof this year, some of the group expressed doubts about whether Santa would be able to find them so far from home. When Santa’s modest deposits were found to have arrived safely on Christmas morning one was heard to say with audible relief: “I love my Santa presents. Now that we know he can find us, we can come here every Christmas.”
We enjoyed comparing last freezing Christmas, when we all became ill, with this one. It was spectacularly good not to be assembling a multi-part Christmas dinner, trying to remember not to leave any of the elements in the oven/fridge.
It was fun to amble through the quiet city streets on a warm, bright Christmas morning. It was great fun spending the day at the Laguna Apoyo, swimming, messing about with water gear, enjoying the barbecue and sunning ourselves.
It was not fun being the only people left behind by the shuttle bus to the lagoon, as adult backpackers elbowed us out of the way to ensure they all got on. We could almost feel them willing the bus to leave as the issue emerged and we were about to be left fuming on the side of the road. Never mind, when we finally did get to the resort, we were able to glower at the same backpackers from the high moral ground. Which is always better.
It was sortof fun having ourselves and our Christmas dinner rained upon mid-mouthful in the restaurant back in town later.
A round of ice-creams were bought to finish off our stripped-down, far-from-home Christmas Day. To their parents’ relief, the little ones gave a resounding thumbs-up to the experience. Most satisfying of all was seeing the children really engage with their few, simple gifts, instead of being distracted by multiple, complex gadgets.