It’s official.. I am a Grinch

I still remember my very first christmas here in Mexico, it was pretty significant as it was my first christmas away from home and away from my family and I have to admit that it didn’t really bother me. I spent the entire day on the beach lapping up the free cocktails and soaking up every ray of sunshine that I could… Those were the days…

I have to admit though that as the years have gone by (this year will be my 8th christmas away from home) Christmas has started to feel less and less festive. Maybe because I grew up celebrating christmas with the huge tree and the ENORMOUS pile of presents all delicately wrapped and placed under the tree while I was sleeping, maybe because I am used to spending Christmas day in my (almost always new) pijamas, crashed out in from of the TV stuffing my face with all the Christmas chocolates that my grandmother insisted on buying or maybe it’s just because I can’t get my head around celebrating away from my family.

When you tell people you will be spending Christmas in the Caribbean you always lots of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ and the oh-so-common ‘you’re so lucky’ but I am really lucky? Would you honestly give up spending the festive period with your family and loved ones for a few rays of sunshine?

I have to admit that last year my boyfriend did attempt to snap me out of my full on grinch mode by making me put up a tree, cue lots of complaining on my behalf about how it was a waste of time and that the dogs were going to eat it BUT it was there and it did add a certain amount of festivity to the house and made for very pretty christmas photos; well it did until the dogs made it come crashing down on Christmas day!

My tree in all it's glory!

My tree in all it’s glory!

The custom Xmas photo

So as we approach the festive month of the year, I’ll be putting on that HUGE festive smile that I have to wear at work and wishing everyone Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas on the beach whilst secretly wishing that I was on a plane flying home to the arctic temperatures of London to spend Christmas with my family!

Celebrating Father’s Day in Mexico

Father’s day in Mexico is known as Día del Padre and like all Mexican celebrations it’s a day full of fun, fiestas and of course food. Father’s day here is celebrated on the 3rd sunday of June like most other countries which in my case is very useful. I’ve lost count of the number of times I have forgotten Mother’s day as here in Mexico it is celebrated in May but back home it is in March! Needless to say my mum now gets to celebrate 3 mother’s day a year just in case! Thank god for international flower delivery companies and paypal!

Family is very important here in Mexico, maybe more so than in other countries, so celebrations such as Father’s Day are always celebrated in a big way. Although it is not a national holiday that doesnt make it any less celebrated (although an extra day of work wouldn’t be bad). Mexican chocolate and all kinds of sweet goodies normally play a big part on the day itself!

My dad is normally here with me at this time of year but due to health issues, this year we’ll be celebrating Father’s Day apart. So Dad.. this blog post is dedicated to you and I can’t wait to see you soon. No matter where I am, or how old I get, I’ll always be your little girl. I love you daddy!

Never Forgotten..

Whilst getting my daily fix of facebook I came across the following quote posted by a friend of mine..

I thought of you today, but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday and days before that too.
I think of you in silence, I often speak your name.
All I have are memories and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is a keepsake from which I’ll never part.
God has you in His arms, I have you in my heart.

It’s hard to believe that my beloved Grandad has been gone almost 19 years this year. I was barely 12 when he lost his fight to cancer, deep down I know he would be proud that I am here in Mexico and following my dreams. RIP Alfred Strudwick. Love you Grandad xx

A very young me and my Grandad

A very young me and my Grandad