Ya estamos en el mes de diciembre!

I am in disbelief at how fast my time has gone by in Spain. And I am at the point where I am literally torn between two ways of life, and I don't know which is better, and I don't know if I really want to leave, or if I want to stay here for the rest of my life. A little dramatic, maybe. haha. First of all, it is December, and with December comes a few things. These are: snow, Christmas, Christmas lights, Christmas songs, family, snowboarding, really good food (and lots of homemade Mexican food), breaks from school, crazy shopping times, lots of baking (so we can all be fat kids), and overall, just good times.

So I must recount a story, simply because it is one of the things I always remember about Christmas so fondly. Stockings. The stocking present is a difficult thing to encounter. There always has to be a lot of little presents. Now, every year, it's the same thing. We buy dad nuts, we all get candy. I usually get an assortment of weird flavored lip glosses that turn my lips weird colors (from the aunts/grandmas of course). But with my mother, we are always at a loss. So every Christmas morning, her stocking is all but empty. So what do we do? My brothers and I run around the house and fill her stocking with a vast array of interesting things that we can find. Namely, coasters, fruit, candy that may be sitting out in a dish, a Christmas ornament stolen from the tree, a magazine laying out on the table. Pretty much anything we can find, we stuff in her stocking, just to make it look full. And then we all get a laugh as she pulls out this mixture of weird things that we have collected from around the house. I mean, we think it's funny. But then again, my family is intensely weird.

Anyways, the point of the story, is that I want to hear some ideas for good stocking stuff I can get for my mumma. Any ideas? Let me know. Oh, and the countdown stands thus: 19 days until I will be home in Colorado (and if there is no snow, I will probably be extremely disappointed).

So I find it slightly odd that upon my return to the States, I literally have the next 48 hours of my life planned out. Here it goes. I land in DIA at 11:30pm on the 20th. Promptly at 6:00am I will be awoken and putting on snowboarding gear, going up to the mountains with my Papo and my brother Jeremy. I believe I will either a. have an awesome day, then crash that night, or b. go up to the mountains, and get extreme altitude sickness, where I will be miserable all day, except I will be content, because there will be snow. And I will sit in the lodge all day watching skiers and snowboarders come down the mountain. Let's hope for A. Next day will be spend braving the gargantuan crowds at Park Meadows Mall... My motivation for this? Nothing other than that I want to spend the day with my mum. And I will be reminded, almost gloriously, of how cheap everything is in the United States in comparison to Spain. :) Oh, and food-wise? I already know that too. First nigh, after snowboarding, my mum is going to make homemade chicken enchiladas (which are absolutely delicious), and in the morning, I am hoping for chorizo and egg burritos.... maybe Chick-fil-A for lunch. And that's that! Does anyone else find themselves planning to a t what they will do when they get home? Or am I just a weirdo. Thought so. 19 more days!