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Christmas Gifts and Flautas

Yesterday, the English class had a little party. It seems we are always having a little party for one occasion or another, but yesterday was specifically about Christmas.

We played a party game, the kind you play at miserable baby showers, that left everyone with a small gift of homemade bread, and we played Uno. One of the women at my table wasn't sure of the colors in English, so we went back and forth in English and Spanish to help keep her straight.

Just as a fresher: yellow=amarillo; red=rojo; blue=azul; green=verde. I didn't win, but then I never win, so I wasn't disappointed. I gave each student a bag of cookies, and they gave me a pretty Christmas mug filled with chocolate and a card they had each signed. Then we ate, which is always the highlight because the students bring in the food.

We had chicken and rice, flautas filled with potatoes, and tostadas, which are called enchiladas in Guatemala. You can make them with almost anything apparently, because at each meal I have had with these people, the elements are always different. You start with a crisp, flat corn tortilla and then layer it with tons of stuff—seasoned meat, shredded lettuce, cheese, salsa... Yesterday, the tostadas were layered with shredded and pickled carrots, pickled beats, chicken, cheese and salsa. Always wonderful if a little messy.

It was a lovely party, and in honor of the season, I give you one last Christmas song at the piano (from last year because I don't think I could play this thing any better).

Comments

dive said…
Thank you, Robyn.
A mouthwateringly delicious post and my favourite Christmas song, too.
10:22 AM
Scout said…
You're welcome, Dive. Merry Christmas to the biggest Scrooge your side of the Atlantic. (and you aren't really fooling anyone, hee hee)
1:03 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Gorgeous. What a fun party you had. :)
11:48 AM
Madame DeFarge said…
Sounds like a fun time was had by all, especially on the food front. Great song too.
4:16 PM
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