Christmas tree in the courtyard of our apartment building.
You would think that Argentina, being a predominantly Catholic country, would celebrate Christmas in a grand way. At least that’s what I thought. Turns out, it really is just the watered-down version of Christmas in the Philippines: Mass on the evening of the 24th -> Noche Buena -> Fireworks -> Sleep -> Trip to the beach.
I can count with one hand, the number of Christmas trees I’ve seen here in the past 13 days : four. Some shops would merely plaster a “Felices Fiestas!” sign on their windows, and panaderias would be decked out with Pan de Dulce, a specialty Christmas pastry which is like Fruitcake, except in bread form.
Buenos Aires, at the first hour of Christmas.
There were fireworks, I just wasn’t able to capture them.
What I prepared for Noche Buena:
Strawberry, blackberry, blueberry, peaches and ricotta salad with honey.
Pasta, quiche and more pasta were available, but I am trying to keep healthy. You have no idea how easily I surrender to dulce de leche ice cream here. Or dulce de leche anything. Besides, a few hours before Noche Buena, I had a serving of ricotta cheesecake from the panaderia next door (WHY MUST THERE BE A PANADERIA NEXT DOOR???).