Nov 27, 2006, 10:09 AM
Post #8 of 23
I remember fondly my Mexican Christmas vacations both in Rosarito, where we (my hubby was still alive and reasonably well at that time) used to have a condo, and later in Riviera Maya. Mostly because there I could escape Christmas cooking and Christmas eating. I get soooo bored with traditions - any traditions after a while (never understood how people can put up with routine without howling to the moon for change, any change.... but I digress), but traditions in which I am expected to participate by cooking and cooking the same ol same ol, be it Polish, German, Swedish or American, get me nearly depressed. If there is some particular Christmas food in Mexico and I were to be fed it year after year and then was supposed to cook it myself ( god forbid it being time consuming in preparation, because then I would howl pretty loud), I would get bored with it and resent it, like I do other culinary traditions, but in Rosarito I feasted on lobster for a week (it was a culinary news for me at that time - we had shrimps and big crawfish in abundance in Sweden, but not lobster) and in Akumal I don't even remember what I was eating - it was so unimportant - I only remember spending most of my time under water, snorkeling, swimming among colonies of fish in the lagune and exchanging it for swimming in cenotes. I loved those Christmases with no traditions. ;-)
Vivere non est necesse, navigare necesse est!
(This post was edited by MariaLund on Nov 27, 2006, 10:21 AM)