Christmas Day – December 25th

I didn’t get the white Christmas I had hoped for. But it was still fun and seeing the green countryside during our drive to Christmas dinner more than made up for it.

I woke early in the morning to call my parents during their Christmas Eve. As I was sitting on the stairs getting the computer ready I heard the phone ring a floor up. My dad had called Desiree to ask her where I was, as I was apparently supposed to call them 5 minutes ago…patience please, try not to wake the hosts of the house. But we all got to say hi and it was fun.

Jamie then opened her Matryoshka doll I brought her from Europe and I slipped back off to bed for a few more hours.

I woke to the sound of a remote control motorcycle, a gift from Jamie’s godfather, Mike.

Then I ate some Muesli with yogurt and got dressed for a short run. The scenery is quite relaxing and it felt good to go jogging around town. I took roughly the same route as last time but reversed the order of the loops and extended it a little bit. The elevation change didn’t have a noticeable effect on me as my first run here. Anyway, it was a nice Christmas run and I got to practice my Swiss German greetings with others who were also enjoying the day outside.

When I got back, we hung out for a little and I did some work on the computers in the house before getting ready to drive to Desiree’s sister’s house for Christmas dinner. I told Desiree that I could spend all day in the passenger seat of a car driving around Switzerland. There was so much to see, and the roads here are much better for driving than the ones in California, especially when Marcel is driving.

Then, we ate. And man, we ate, and ate. There was a process too. First we grilled some bacon to grease up the grill so the rest of the meat wouldn’t stick. Then it was pretty much a free-for-all.

I quickly figured out there was enough space to grill more than one piece of meat at a time, unlike last night. Eager to fill my stomach, I began grilling at a faster pace than I could handle. So I went from the slowest dinner of my life, in terms of eating (which was still fun and no less rewarding) to one of the most stressful dinners of my life. I began working up a sweat managing all my meat. Cheese is already melted, take it out. Nowhere to put it? grab a potato. Oh my meat is burning, flip it. Get some veggies to put into the cheese before it cools. Replace the cheese with a new slice so it’s ready when the meat is…and so on.

And then, I was full. Again, I had eaten too much, but it was all so delicious. We took a break and we proceeded to open presents.

Then back to the table for dessert.

The party was great, the food tasty, the company fun, and the drive home very relaxing. I slept most of the way. I don’t know how Marcel didn’t fall asleep. He said he was pretty full too. I needed to sleep somewhat early so I could wake and pack before leaving for Salzburg.