First of all, although I am a day late, I would like to wish you all
You can be glad I didn't wish you a "Marry Christmas" (or is it wish you TO Marry Christmas?). I was going to, but by the time I brought my camera to the store that had that one hanging up, someone had changed it to "Merry." Too bad!
Christmas this year was, as one might expect, different than any Christmas I've experienced so far. But I had a blast. I discovered that as much as I have not, in the past, been particularly attached to the way my family celebrates Christmas, here I have wanted some of those things. It might also have something to do with the fact that I actually had TIME this year to do them! So I found myself baking the Swedish gingerbread cookies and Lucia buns that my mom always makes (which I think I wrote about when I did it). I also made cardamom bread, which is a family favourite for breakfast at Christmastime. It took me awhile to figure out how to get the dough to rise in my very cold apartment (it seemed instead to be shrinking before my eyes!). I tried a few tricks: putting it outside in the sun, which had worked with a previous loaf of bread I'd made but didn't this time; putting the bowl on top of a hot water bottle, which also didn't work; and then finally I boiled a pot of water, turned off the burner, and stuck the bowl on top of the pot. Then the bread rose beautifully.
The other thing that I discovered I'm quite attached to is Christmas music...the kind of Christmas music I'm used to. They do have Christmas songs here in Nepal, but they're all totally different than the ones I know. (See link for an example that I found on You-Tube of a Nepali Christmas song, if you're interested) Anyways, while I have never really owned any Christmas music in the past, this year I "needed" to hear it. So i-tunes got a lot of my paisa ($)! I guess when you're not hearing it everywhere you go from October onwards, you kind of miss it :)
I ended up going to a few different Christmas celebrations - mainly Nepali ones, but also one bideshi party on Christmas Eve, where we had a mish-mash of Christmas type foods. That was fun. But what I want to tell you about is Christmas Day itself, because it really was the highlight for me.
It started with my getting up and leaving at around 8 am to catch the bus to go to the children's home. It was my first time taking the bus there, but I knew which bus I needed to ask for, and was praying that I would find it. Conveniently, I had also learned during my language class last week how to ask for the bus going to wherever you want to go. So I was all set. But when I got there, despite the fact that there were probably 50 buses sitting in the bus depot, none of them was the one I needed. I asked multiple people, and they all pointed me to an area where there was no bus, and indicated that that's where the bus should be. So I waited...and waited...and waited. I had been warned that this happens sometimes. The place that I was going to isn't such a popular destination, and so there aren't many buses going there. Theoretically there should be one every half hour, but sometimes you can end up waiting a couple hours for it to come. Well, I waited one hour, during which time I had plenty of people coming up to me and asking if I was okay, where I was going, etc. Which was nice. Though they did all decide in the end that I was exactly where I needed to be, and the bus just wasn't there.
Eventually it arrived, and I got on. Then we sat there for 45 more minutes, while the bus filled up. I'm not just talking about all the seats being taken. I mean, the bus was FULL. Not even standing room left. Only then did the driver leave the bus depot. It makes sense...they don't get a good income if they only take a few people each time. And there is apparently a fuel shortage (one of the other joys of winter, I hear), so there's no telling when the next bus would arrive. But it meant that despite the fact that it should only take 45 minutes to get the children's home, and I had left 3 hours early, I got there just in time for the program to start at 11. But at least I made it. And I was proud of myself...my first bus ride to the children's home by myself!
About 30-50 (I'm bad with numbers) people had come to the home for the program. The kids did a great job. There was singing...

Dancing...
And a drama, which I didn't understand much of, but which the audience loved. There was a lot of laughter. That first photo is of a woman being taken by ambulance to the hospital!


There was even confetti at the end, which the children had put into balloons hanging from the ceiling. They went through the room and popped them, and we were showered in hand-made confetti. The following two hours we had great fun collecting confetti and throwing it at each other. The kids seemed to take special delight in coming up behind me and dumping it into my hair!
Then we ate our special Christmas meal. It was what I like to call "daal bhaat on steroids." There was rice, but it was made yummy with cashews and coconut. And then there was the daal, but also a curried meat dish, and some other veggie dishes. One of the older boys tried to tell me it was a turkey dinner, but I just couldn't quite picture it!

In true Nepali fashion, the visitors left as soon as the meal was over. I do not include myself in that group, because at the children's home they have told me repeatedly that I am not a guest...I am family :) So I stayed and spent the night, as usual. The "family fun" began after the guests left. We spent a lot of the afternoon throwing confetti at each other and laughing. They had music playing and there was singing and dancing going on. Then a more structured family dance party began. We all sat on the ground and sang, while one person at a time, beginning with the older kids and ending with the youngest ones, would get up and dance. It was great fun! Then, of course, they couldn't let the adults get away without doing it, so we all had our turn, as well. I loved watching the house parents yesterday. They were SO happy and so excited, and clearly so proud to be able to give their children a great day for Christmas. The kids were also very excited and happy. Apparently they'd all been awake from about 4 am because they were so excited. And there weren't even presents to open!
After the dance party there was cake and chiya (tea). Then I handed out cards that I'd made for each of them, with photos that I'd taken of them, and some personal words of encouragement for each one. You should have seen their faces as I called them up individually and showed them the picture and talked to them. They were just beaming! Here they all are with their cards.
After that, it was about 8:00, and everyone was exhausted, so it was bedtime. I took that opportunity to phone my family, who were celebrating Christmas with my extended family in the USA. I was proud that I remembered the phone number there (I didn't have it in my phone), and it was lovely to talk to them all, as their Christmas morning was just starting.
Here are a few other photos that were taken yesterday. I would like to point out my new Nepali outfit (called a kurta suruwaal). It was quite a hit with everyone (and is actually quite comfortable to wear).
This morning I could see the mountains off in the distance much more clearly than I've been able to see them in a long time. Beautiful! Then I came back to Kathmandu, on a bus that was so crowded that even the Nepalis were laughing about how crowded it was! I would have counted how many people there were on it, but I couldn't move an inch! I had other people's "parts" digging into many different "parts" of me, and it was rather uncomfortable, but we made it. And then I was back to language class this afternoon.
This week I have language classes Monday to Thursday, and I have my first guitar lesson on Wednesday morning....my new hobby (since the keyboard requires electricity and is not very portable, I decided to learn guitar). Friday will be a holiday in lieu of New Year's, so I have another 3-day weekend coming up. New Year's won't be a big deal, though, because Nepal follows a different calendar than we do, and their New Year isn't until sometime in April.
I'm doing my best to stay warm, and am thankful that it's not raining yet. I'm told that in the past you could almost count on the winter rains starting the day after Christmas, and then it's cold and wet and miserable for awhile. Well, today was nice and sunny. Hopefully it'll stay that way...
