nisarga had hoped we would be spending it in
goa. he had wishes of hot sun, sand and sea.

but we agreed on
delhi. why? because of friends. i absolutely didn't want to spend
christmas on the road somewhere when there is the option of being
with friends. especially since i recently cut my
umbilical cord with my apartment.
so we
descended upon
delhi on the 22
nd dec,
monday, and started to make the rounds. we had not expected it but we had lunch and/ or dinner every day at
someones place.
nisarga was resistant to going out so much. it was only his second
christmas out of
poland and away from his family, so there were emotions to be considered.
and there was a cultural gap to be overcome... unbeknown to me. lets see. when i say
christmas dinner, i mean dinner on the 25
th. when i say
Christmas eve dinner, i mean dinner on the 24
th. and so goes for lunch. when are presents opened?
christmas morning, no... not at midnight, in the morning. gotta give
santa and the
reindeer a chance to reach your place during the night right?
well guess what? most of the
Europeans think otherwise.
christmas dinner is on
th
e 24
th, and opening presents happens at midnight. so this resulted in confusion between this
american gal and the
europeans. how did i not notice this before? how did i not realize this difference before? well... i had not! so i double booked us and thought we had plans when we didn't. and
nisarga was frustrated with me because the night of the 24
th was so important to him and he didn't want to be with strangers, and i had booked us for two dinners and a
surprise birthday party that night.
so what ended up happening? we went to the first dinner, with my good friend
uffe and his mother who are both visiting
india for the holidays; they are from
denmark so this was the European version of Ch
ristmas dinner. His
christmas gift to us was an exquisite dinner at the Imperial Hotel. There were oysters, ham, sushi, lamb, cow, shrimp,
fois gras,
cheeeeeeze, olives, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate and everything else you can think of.
Nisarga, in honor of his Polish traditions, had fish (salmon and tuna, not carp) as part of his meal. (This made up for not being with Polish folk for this very important meal, a concern his mother had.) We finished there at around 11:30 and all we could do at that point was unbutton our pants before the button popped out, and take a taxi home. We put up the Christmas tree and decorations and passed out, never making it to the second dinner or the birthday party.
The next day we found that
santa had come and left a little something for each of us. We went to my friend
Kuku's house for Christmas lunch, and then to
Anjali's house for Christmas dinner. This was the American version of Christmas. In fact
Nisarga was shocked that when I called my mother and brother that morning, which was still Christmas Eve (24
th dec) for them, they were not doing anything special. For Americans Christmas Eve is a day to spend with friends or simply prepare for the big day... Christmas.
Anyway,
appa
rently I overdid it during those
previous 48 hours because on the 26
th my stomach said £&%! you. Yup!!! I had the runs big time. Perhaps this was the Greek version of Christmas...
ala hard core partying
Dionysos's style. Basically while I was asleep my stomach and intestines had an emergency meeting and having come to the realization that I was on a path to self implosion by food they decided to send me a message loud and clear: we are on strike until you stop treating us like a garbage disposal. And the whole system shut down.
No one else from the dinner or lunch was sick, just me. I got the message. I ate nothing all day. In the afternoon I had a banana, and then some boiled potatoes with butter. As my dear friend Harris reminded, this was the time to be
grateful I was not in some hotel room in the middle of who knows where, but
comfortable with everything I needed around me, a western (sit-down instead of squat) toilet, and lots of toilet paper. Yes, I was dam
grateful.And so... we spent our first Christmas together. We listened to Christmas songs on our
IPods all day for the whole week I think. And although there wasn't snow, there was plenty of chill, lots of good food, spiked spiced cocoa, way too much food, and so many good friends with loving hugs and smiles to greet us with.
Last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day, you gave it away. This Christmas...
Kisses to all and to all a good night!