Christmas Eve was really lovely and festive with the Pehams. They decorated two palm leaves and sang german carols, then we exchanged homemade gifts. Under the soft blinking glow of a single strand of orange/red/blue/green twinkle lights, it actually felt like a real holiday.
And yet, here is what I will probably remember most clearly about the my first Christmas spent away from my family:
For New Years we went to Casa Guci (a small local lodge) for a turkey dinner and watched distant fireworks on the beach. Fellow VSO volunteer Eep came down from Beira (the second largest city in Mozambique), so he tagged along for the evening. There was no countdown or 12 o’clock kiss, but it seemed an appropriately calm and scenic transition into the next decade.