Christmas in Australia was fun, sad but fun. We were all feeling pretty home sick, missing our families, which is totally normal around that time of year. My friends are great though and we did a secret santa so everybody had something to open. We also received cars from home which was so nice.
Our friend group is completely international;
Louise is Danish, but was born in Hong Kong and grew up in both Australia and Belgium – What? Yeah – I had to ask her this a total of 5 times before I could remember it. It is still probably wrong.
Kim is German, but moved over to Marbella in Spain when she was young and also speaks fluent English.
Ally Bianchi is Italian, but grew up in London, and then moved to Lanzarote in Spain at 13 (hence how we met)
I was born in England but moved over to Lanzarote and grew up there.
and then Libby, who was born in Devon, raised in Devon, and lived in Devon her whole life (until now).
Anyway, the point of this conversation is that between us we have a number of traditions. Both Louise and Kim celebrate Christmas Eve with lots of food, so that night we had a big family meal, played tons of Christmas tunes and opened up our Secret Santa presents. Later on, T, Kim, Ramsey, Sonia and I went out (by accident) and got rather drunk.
On Christmas day, we went to our friend Helen’s house down in Coogee and had Christmas dinner there with a bunch of friends. Helen and her friends cooked an amazing Christmas dinner, and we all sat outside together in the garden in the 30 degree heat. I was seriously hungover on Christmas day so I spent the entire morning sprawled out on the sofa in Helen’s living room. Toby, one of my friends was in the same state I was so we kept each other company until food was ready (this was the only time we moved all morning!).
After dinner, we went to the beach where we joined hundreds, maybe thousands of backpackers and drank for the rest of the day. It was mental! Some random guy rocks up with a huge set of decks and a ginormous rave broke out! It was definitely different to any other Christmas I have had before but I totally enjoyed it.
The way I managed to get over the fact that I was missing home, was telling myself that my family were still asleep. I technically wasn’t missing out on Christmas at home yet, as they weren’t even up. As I got home that night, I skyped my family to see them still in Pijamas and wished them a Merry Christmas!
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