It’s Christmas Time!

Well, I just tried something new—candied pineapple for the fruit cake I’m going to make later this month. I remember my grandmother telling me that it takes a lot of sugar, but I wasn’t sure how it would work starting with fresh. After 45 minutes of cooking down on the stove, I’m pretty happy with the results.

It’s Christmas in the bush, and I’ve been getting my halls decked despite the heat. The last weekend of term I put up my tree, and once again I’m brought back to my childhood and the simple pleasure of waking up and walking into a living room lit only by the tree lights.

It wouldn’t be Christmas without an Advent wreath, so mine was retrieved from its storage place and carefully set up. The ritual of lighting another candle each week is another one that makes it Christmas for me. While I’m far away from my family, there is something comforting in carrying on a tradition that I know my family is doing back home.

As a parting shot and a promise that I’ll write about my town trip, here’s a picture of a funeral that we passed just outside Solwezi. There’s always room for one more in Zambia!