Terme del Bagnaccio and Lake Bolsena

Today we went up to the region of Viterbo. We went first to the towns of Capodimonte and Marta on Bolsena Lake. Both walled medieval hill towns. Then we spent most the afternoon at the Terme del Bagnaccio.

Capodimonte was really cute. There were lots of cats by the main fountain. A coworker recommended a restaurant, but it was closed, so we ate some pizza on the lake.

Marta I liked a lot. At the top of the town, by the clock tower, there was a large square with a 360 view of the lake, countryside, and town.

The Terme del Bagnaccio is why we came there. These natural hot springs are still active. There are a few all over Italy. Boiling water comes up from the ground and is piped to different pools. The pools are dug out of natural stone and are different temperatures. The temperature appears to be controlled by how far it is piped from the source. Everyone was in the two hottest– it was sunny but still not swimming pool weather. Fresh hot water is constantly being pored in, and drains out the other side keeping it clean. Also, each morning residents scrub it when the water level is low. There were “regulars” who clearly come everyday or nearly everyday. We will probably come back to take advantage of being able to take some sun even when it’s cold.

[Edit] Pictures from this day are in the Viterbo album:
https://picasaweb.google.com/kaitlyn.hanrahan/20110310Viterbo#

Carnevale di Monterotondo

Sunday is the typical day to do the big Carnevale festival in these towns. There is also Fat Thursday and Fat Tuesday– it is actually a whole week of Carnevale / Mardi Gras but we just did Sunday. Daniele got home from work about when these things typically start, so we went to the one in our town instead of driving somewhere else and risk missing it altogether. Monterotondo is a reasonably big town of 40,000 residents, but somehow the smaller towns but on bigger festivals.

It was basically a big parade of people in costumes. I guess for Latin cultures Carnevale is more their costume holiday than Halloween. Groups organize themes. There was everything from “Beauty and the Beast” to Traditional Farmers to a group of old ladies in black-face that I really couldn’t figure out what they were going for. I explained to Daniele how it was really politically incorrect to wear black-face in the US anymore and he didn’t get it at all. There were also performing groups like a marching band with baton girls and a group of Venetian-style masked dancers.

Everyone had bags of paper confetti or “coriandoli”. Confetti is actually the Italian word for the almond candies typically given at weddings.

The parade finished in one of the town squares, where everyone stayed together in a bit of chaos; playing music, dancing, kids re-gathering the confetti to throw again.

After we had seen most of what there was to see of Carnevale, we went in to the historical center of Monterotundo. It is a bigger than the other old towns we have visited.

[Edit] Pictures from this day are in the Monterotondo / Rome album:
https://picasaweb.google.com/kaitlyn.hanrahan/20110225RomaAndMonterotondo#

Anguillara and Bracciano

Today Daniele and I went to the lake Bracciano and to the towns of Anguillara and Bracciano. The weather was not too cold, but on and off light rain. It’s about 25 miles northwest from here. Both towns are on hills surrounded by walls. They have a small historical center and a newer part or second city below. This is actually pretty typical all over Lazio and Italy. Even Monterotundo is the same.

We first stopped at Anguillara, Daniele’s favorite. It is really small and cute, but still has a supermarket and things in the new/downhill city. The historical center is a walled hill city, but it is right on the lake. It is just a few steps down to the port and the road along the water. There was almost no one there, now, in February; but in the summer the place gets packed. The place we wanted to have lunch was closed for renovations, so we ate at a place called Harvey’s instead.

After lunch we went to the next town on the lake, Bracciano. This town is a little bigger and a little farther up from the water. What I loved about it was that there is a castle. A big one. Historically belonged to the Orsini family and still does. Never sold or anything, a woman just lives in there. Incredible! We covered the tiny historical center then went outside the walls looking for a nice view. There were old paths from the city to the lake going through the countryside. We passed sheep (pecore), horses (cavalli) and a donkey (asino pronounced ass-ee-no) who came right to the fence to say hi and pose for some pictures.

In this area there is also a spring of naturally carbonated water. People go with their own bottles and take as much as they want. The carbonation has something to do with passing under the volcanic ground. I don’t understand 100%. We didn’t have any bottles so we didn’t go.

Speaking of bottles of water. In Anguillara, there were all these bottles of water on the ground. Apparently is is common knowledge in Italy that cats are freaked out by water; even the sight of it. So they put bottles of water in places to keep cats from peeing there. They were practically in every corner. I am fascinated by this theory and eager to test it on American cats.

[Edit] Link to pictures from this day:
https://picasaweb.google.com/kaitlyn.hanrahan/20110305LakeBracciano#

Back to Rome

In Costa Rica I decided for sure I wanted to go back to Italy as soon as possible. The police in Rome had explained to me I had to wait six-months to come back with another tourist visa (i.e. just come back and get a passport stamp on arrival). Or if I wanted to come back sooner, I would need a work or student visa. At the time I was a little annoyed to find this out, because this is for the whole EU. I don’t know if a work visa is even possible for someone self-employed, so I went off researching student visas.

Last time I went on a tourist visa, but the San Francisco Italian Culture Institute, who gave me my scholarship to study Italian in Rome, had encouraged me to get a student visa. They told me that the rules had changed and now student visas are even for people taking language classes not just for university students like it was before. Unfortunately I knew less than I do know and when the paperwork didn’t come threw in time I just blew it off.

Based on these experiences, I figured I would find a language school in Rome, enroll in part-time classes, secure a student visa, and stay in Rome for a spell. The first thing to do was to contact the Italian Consulate to make sure I was on track.

Immigration is handled by the Italian General Consulate in New York City (Newark does not do visas). They insisted I made an appointment (I had to call at $2.50 per minute) and come in person to ask my questions. The women I talked with fortunately fell into the portion of Italians who think it is just adorable that I try to speak their language. “Americana” she called over to the woman at the next window gesturing at me and smiling. It was a little discouraging at first, as she gave me the impression I would have to be a university student to get a student visa. Then we realized I had an incorrect understanding of the six-month rule. It is not that I have to wait in the US for six-months after exhausting my time in the EU; it is that I can stay in Italy/the EU for three-months in any six-month period. That means the six-months started when I arrived in the EU, not when I left. It actually makes much more sense this way. And even better, this means I would be clear for arrival as of February 25th instead of May 23rd. I was pretty excited.

I wanted to go immediately. The only real commitment I have is my cousin Corrine’s wedding May 7th as well as any bridesmaid events beforehand and a few family parties. The family parties I have been missing for years, so that was not much of a problem. I did however, feel terrible for missing the bridesmaid stuff. But there was nothing to be done for it. I wanted to go and the only alternative was to sit and wait at my parent’s house in New Jersey for two months, and surly something else would come up in that time. So it was decided, I would leave immediately and come back just in time for the wedding; that works out to just over two months in Italy.

I bought my ticket with Continental points. There is no markup for buying last minute and I don’t really want them laying around with the United merger happening. After that the major things to do were pack, die my roots, and file my taxes. My appointment with the Italians was February 17th, I flew out 7 days later on the 24th. It was a busy week.

And now here I am, exactly six-months after I arrived in Le Cinque Terre this past summer. I’m living just north of Rome in a beautiful two-bedroom condo with two balconies and a garden and my Romano. Daniele made one of my favorite things for lunch, gnocchi with pesto. We also had fresh ricotta and salad and wine. It was only a little weird that it felt like 6 AM for me. Then I had a nap and he went to work, but he left me a tomato and buffalo mozzarella salad in case I got hungry. So far pretty good.

Costa Rica

Daniele and I left for Costa Rica on Tuesday, January 25th. We flew five hours from Newark to San Jose. In the San Jose airport I got a prepaid SIM card from the local phone company ICE and a rental car from Thrifty. The phone was mostly to use for Google Maps, since there are no maps to load onto Tom Tom or anything. It turned out not to be too hard; most of the time there was only one road. We drove to the city of Puntarenas where we waited for a ferry to Paquera. From there we drove to the “large” city of Cobano where they have a gas station and bank (watch out!), and then finally to Montezuma. Pretty much a full day of travel.

Our first beach day we went to Playa de la Manchas, which turned out to be my favorite beach. Not very crowded, the water was nice, there were tide pools, and lots of shade in dry sandy places.

The next day we went to Cabo Blanco National Park, a nature reserve near Montezuma. We took the longer hike that ended at a pretty white sand beach. On the way we saw howler monkeys (who make a pretty scary howl), white faced monkeys, and an iguana.

We continued to go to new beaches in Montezuma. Our third day we went to Playa Los Cederos. This beach has a pond behind the sand with a rope swing, but we avoided it since we suspected the water was not very clean. The locals liked it though. Along with the local families, we had a picnic in the shade by this pool. In the afternoon we went back to Playa de la Manchas.

Our forth day we went to either Playa Montezuna or Playa Grande. They are the two beaches right by Montezuna center. One is more of a boat port and we were never sure which was which. Montezuma’s beaches tend to be sandy coves with rocks closing them in on the sides and forest behind them. We walked down this beach along the water, then onto a forest path, then along the beach, then over some rocks, more beach, and so on looking for the perfect beach. We found a cute waterfall along the way, too. We ended at a spot pretty far down (possible not Playa Montezuma/Grande anymore). It had long rolling waves and lots of surfers. In the afternoon we headed back and went to see the “Cascades de Montezuma” AKA the Montezuma Waterfalls.

Our last day in Montezuma we drove down the peninsula to Mal Pias. This town was isolated for ages without roads going to it. Now it is knows for beautiful beaches and surfing schools. I was surprised when we got there that it was more built up than Montezuma (though that is not saying much). All that we had to do to get to Montezuma, you have to go farther to get to Mal Pias. We went to a few different places there.

The next morning we left at 3:45 AM from Montezuma to make the first ferry. Once back on the main land we drove South down the coast; went through Jaco but did not stop. It is the biggest city we had seen since we left the airport. We went through Quepos right before we arrived in Manuel Antonio. Quepos is the Cobano to Manuel Antonio. More locals, less tourists. I wasn’t very big on leaving so early in the morning, but it worked out nice as we got to watch sunrise on the ferry and made it to the beach in time to still enjoy the day. We took some sun at the beach right in Manuel Antonio, Playa Espadrillas. For dinner we went to Quepos. We ended up at an Italian owned restaurant called “Pure Vida”, which is also the Costa Rican mantra. The owner, Marco made friends with Daniele and shared his life story. The pizza was really good. It had that Italian taste that is hard to describe, probably just fresh ingredients.

The next day we went to the Manuel Antonio National Park. This is something I was really looking forward to because it was a real rain forest and the paths go along beaches only accessible through the park. This is where I was finally able to see a sloth! They are hard to spot since they don’t move around enough to make noise, but other people who had hired guides pointed them out or I would just look where they were looking. There were also tons of white faces monkeys. We saw them along the path. A family of them was practically putting on a show by the first beach, running back a forth and up the trees. One chased Daniele back the path; he seemed a little less friendly than the beach monkeys. We also saw a few iguanas, a raccoon, howler monkeys, more than I can remember. We packed a lunch that day and came back to the first beach where there were picnic tables in the shade to eat. While we were putting everything down and settling in to eat, a raccoon sneaked up and grabbed our lunch bag before we even saw it. He was too fast and got away before we even knew what happened. A minute later, someone saw him and chased him and kindly handed me back the raccoon-ripped plastic bag. I threw it out and we just had dinner early.

The next day we had a late start because we had to wait for the Thrifty man to fix a problem with our rental. There was a problem with a sensor and the break lights were stuck on, killing the battery. We had previously decided to go to Marino Ballene National Park in Uvita, where there is whale watching and nice beaches. Also Daniele had been saying how he wished we had time to go farther south. But with the late start we decided to go somewhere closer. Then on the drive I fell asleep and Daniele drove there anyway. I hadn’t brought binoculars, thinking we were not going, so we didn’t see any whales. I had crazy heat exhaustion and when I went to the shade saw a scorpion. I have a feeling we both though this was something the other wanted to do.

The next day we drove to Volcano Arenal. We did not leave crazy early this time, knowing already that we would do the volcano hike the next day. The drive was long and on bad roads with traffic. Worse yet, as we left the clear blue beaches for the mountains it was cloudy and rainy. Daniele was already against giving up even these two days at the beach to see a volcano. So this was not a very pleasant drive. He made it very clear that he did not understand why anyone would want to go to a volcano. That there are volcanoes in Italy. That we should probably just turn back because of the weather. That he didn’t like doing this terrible drive to a place he didn’t want to be. But we did eventually get there. The bad weather turned out to be a morning thing; it cleared up in the afternoon and did the same the next day. The little town next to the volcano, La Fortuna, was filled with tourists, which fascinated Daniele. He really thought only I was crazy and wanted to see this silly volcano. We walked around the town that afternoon and did the hike at Arenal the next day. In the morning it was too foggy, so we drove around the lake to see that and kill some time. Then once it started to clear up we went to the National Park. It was clear and warm while we were there. We did all the hikes to the two view points. The path goes over the lava flows and we had our lunch on big lava rocks at the second view point. Unfortunately we were there during the day so we couldn’t see any of the red lava flows this volcano is famous for.

Our last day we fit in a little everything. Daniele really wanted to see the beach one last time and I wanted to see the capital city of San Jose. So we left very early and stopped at one of the beaches right where the highway reaches the pacific coast. We took the sun for a few hours, then drove back to Alajuela. Alajuela is next to San Jose and where the airport is. We dropped off our rental car and checked into a bed and breakfast near the airport. Then we took a bus to San Jose.

The big thing I wanted to do was the central market. There were lots of food and spices and all sorts of things there. We ate at this strange sort of dinner inside. There were a few similar to it. The place was circular and people sat along the bar outside of it while the waitresses ran everything inside. The food came from a dumbwaiter that led overhead where they had built a second floor and I suppose the kitchen was. We sat by the overflowing sink and when I asked for silverware one of the ladies took some from the dirty pile, wiped it with a towel, and handed it to me. When I gave her a face and did not take it she wiped it some more, surpassing the amount of time and effort it would have taken to just wash it. When I still did not look pleased she gave my a cup of hot water put the fork and knife in and handed me the set up with an “aqua calda” and a smile. The food was actually good, but that really spoiled it for me. Like my dad says, you get to see how clean your silverware is, you don’t even get to see how they prepare your food.

After the market we walked around the city a bit. We saw a few churches, a souvenir market, Plaza de Cultura, Teatro National, and some more I can’t remember. At Plaza de Democrazia there was a free metal concert so the area was full of Costa Rican kids dressed in all black or holding their skateboards.

Our flight was at 7 AM, so we left nice and early to come back to the US. I asked some women who worked for Continental if I could bring Daniele in the “US Citizens” line at border control. I was all excited I could take him in the short and fast Americans-only line; show him how nice it is. Unfortunately I think the passengers on out flight got through faster on the non-citizens side, it was so slow. The worker distributing people to lines was doing a terrible job. And the line kept coming to a stop with people with problems, not that we can talk. We went to the agent together, since we were traveling together and that was what I thought we were supposed to do based on what the Continental staff told me. The man flipped out. Seriously lost his head. After saying one of us had to go back in line, he got out of his booth to go yell at the whole line and say no one else better come up together if they are not married. When he came back to look at my passport I said I was sorry he was having a bad day, to which he replied I was the only reason for his bad day, me and people like me coming up in pairs when we should not be. He had no way to hold me, so I went on and waited for Daniele. He wouldn’t let Daniele through because he did not have a print out of his itinerary; not the ‘boarding pass’ with the same information, the ‘flight itinerary’ which apparently it would have said when I bought our tickets that I needed to print for non-citizens to re-enter the country. Daniele had a million other papers, more than he needed, but not this. The border control agent called me over to ask if I had it since I bought our tickets. He repeated how I should have known better to print it out well past when I started crying. I had it on my computer, but he wouldn’t look at it, “his job is just stamp and go”. So Daniele had to go on his own to wherever they take people who require more than “stamp and go” and I was not allowed to come even though I had the document in question with me on my computer. I barely got to yell out a “where can I find him after?” as they were forcing me out of border control to baggage claim and him god knows where. It turned out to be fine. Whoever he dealt with in there wasn’t a complete asshole on a power trip, unlike the first agent, and let him through immediately. He actually stayed and translated for some girl– while I was downstairs freaking out. We were probably the third group to require this extra attention in our line, and it was similar in the line next to us (we jumped over but it made no difference), and that is just the lots of short lines in front on the windows after the one long winding line.

[Edit] Link to pictures from this trip:
https://picasaweb.google.com/kaitlyn.hanrahan/20110125CostaRica#

Boston

The bus from NY brought us to South Station pretty late. We grabbed some midnight burritos from Boloco and called it a night at the Midtown Hotel near Prudential.

The next day we went around the city seeing sights as it dumped snow on us. The weather slowed us down a bit, as I kept bringing us in places to warm up and thaw out my wet feet, but we still saw a lot in our unorganized wanderings. There was also the conflict of what I thought was the best of Boston based on my five years at Northeastern and what my library-loaned Fodor’s book convinced Daniele was the best. We managed to make it to the Prudential Center, Copley Square, Newbery Street, Boston Common, the Old and New State Houses, Faneuil Hall, North End, water front, Charlestown Bridge, and China Town. I took few pictures because it was snowing so hard they would not have come out well and I had taken some nice pictures in the summer when I was there last time.

We had lunch while we were in the North End. Daniele picked out one of the dozens of Italian places along Hanover and Salem streets. We went to one on Salem where the parents had started it and the son runs it now; the sisters have a place down the street. Daniele said he really wanted carbonara, but didn’t trust any place in the US to make it, but after we ate he was impressed with the food and wished he had gotten it. Although what they gave him was apparently called something different than what they called it. Oops. We went to Mike’s Pastry for dessert where I had hyped up the cannoli as better than Italy. It was a slow Friday afternoon and the ladies made friends when they heard us speaking Italian to each other. Anyone who has ever dealt with these business-only fast-dealing take-the-cash-and-give-the-pastry ladies understands how remarkable it is even on a slow day for them to make small talk with a customer. We chatted in Italian a bit. Talked about who looks Italian, how long those born in Italy had been in Boston, where everyone was from and how I had to visit there. I swear it really happened!

That night we took the train out to Sharon to stay with Alison and Tom. We made a creamy baked gnocchi dish by Giada de Laurentis [http://reservationsnotrequired.blogspot.com/2008/10/baked-gnocchi.html] for dinner then watched The Social Network. The next day they took us to the Massachusetts coast. We had lunch in a clam shack in Essex where we made Daniele eat New England Clam Chowder. We also went to Rockport and Gloucester where it was really pretty even in the winter. In the evening Rebbecca met up with us and we had Tex Mex (and too many margaritas) in Cambridge followed by scorpion bowls at Hong Kong followed by dancing at An Tua Nua.

Kevin and Andrea picked us up the next morning. We had lunch together at a mexican place and drove around the neighborhoods surrounding Boston a little. On a whim, we got sleds and went sledding. It was super fun. We recovered with a cheddar cheese snack. Then ate dinner in a nice place in Arlington.

The last morning was very, very cold. The kind of cold day in Boston where not wearing a hat is suicide and you think your eyes might freeze in their sockets. We had breakfast at Flour Bakery and headed back to NJ to get ready for Costa Rica.

[Edit] Link to Boston photos from this trip:
https://picasaweb.google.com/kaitlyn.hanrahan/20110121Boston#

Some pictures of Boston when it is not covered in snow:
https://picasaweb.google.com/kaitlyn.hanrahan/20100808Boston#

New York

We headed into New York City the morning of the 18th. It was a cold rainy day, but what can you do? We stayed in midtown at the Mayfair hotel, which was nice. We went out to Times Square then walked Broadway to downtown. We stopped at a couple squares I can’t remember, Empire State Building (too fogy to go to the top), East Village, Union Square, then walked back up on 5th Avenue. We really liked downtown.

The next day we went to Little Italy. We went to the church from the baptism in the Godfather and discussed how commercial and not very Italian Little Italy is. We also went by China Town, Battery Park to take a view of the bay and Statue of Liberty, Financial District, Ground Zero, Old St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the Brooklyn Bridge, City Hall, and Court House. I was so tired that night we got delivery to the hotel. Daniele was in shock by both delivery food and that we were allowed to have it in the hotel.

Our last day we went to Central Park. We walked around there and saw some uptown sights. We also made friends with lots of birds and squirrels by sharing a little Chex Mix. I really didn’t want to go to any of the boroughs besides Manhattan. But we went for lunch and to walk around in Harlem, as a compromise since it is the closest.

Then we caught the bus to Boston to spend a few days there.

[Edit] Link to New York pictures from this trip:
https://picasaweb.google.com/kaitlyn.hanrahan/20110118NewYork02#

New Jersey

One the 16th we headed to my parent’s from Philly. We had dinner with my parents and Aunt Linda. My mom countered the dinner Daniele’s mom made for me with a citrus salad, cheese souffle, green beans, steak, and chocolate cake. The “american” salad is strange (in a good way) to Daniele. Italians always only dress their salads with olive oil and vinegar. My dad treated Daniele to lots of Irish Cream and even more stories.

The next day we had Pizza Hut buffet. There are no Pizza Hut’s in Italy and he wanted to go. Then we went shopping at Jersey Gardens, a very big mall where most of the stores are outlets. We met Michelle and Aleks for dinner at a Cuban restaurant they know. They brought my little godson, Nicholas, but Aleks Jr and Lucy stayed home with my Aunt Maureen.

Philadelphia

Daniele is visiting January 14 to February 7. We are spending the first part in the northeast US and the second part in Costa Rica.

We started off in Philly since he flew in there. He arrived in the evening so all we did the first day was get dinner. We walked three miles (I think there was a little kilometer vs. mile miscalculation) to a fantastic Mexican place called Los Gallos. Daniele was thrilled to eat good Mexican food and to find out there are people living in the US who speak less English than he does.

We stayed in the historic center, right on the river. Our room had a really nice view of the Franklin Bridge. There was also breakfast with waffles, which Daniele really liked. He was excited about the “long” American coffee– but it was pretty disappointing at the hotel. That day we did the traditional Philadelphia sites. It was the first time doing them for me, too, even though I had been to Philly. We saw the liberty bell, independence hall (where they debated the Constitution, Articles of Confederation, and Declaration of Independence, also saw original prints and pen), City Hall, the Museum of Art with tributes to Rocky, and a few other buildings and squares.

The next day we walked up and down the Italian Market. Daniele got a thrill out of seeing Italian brands and surnames. I had Daniele eat a cheese steak at Geno’s. They had cheese fries for me, Pat’s across the street only has cheese stake. We also visited Washington Square, Rittenhouse Square and some other smaller sites. For dinner we had some very good Thai food in Chinatown.

Today we had more waffles at the hotel before heading back to New Jersey. We had lunch at Sonic, which are in NJ now. It was my first time there, too, and Daniele wanted to go to a burger chain besides McDonald’s or Burger King. Next up, dinner with the family.

[Edit] Link to Philadelphia pictures from this trip:
https://picasaweb.google.com/kaitlyn.hanrahan/20110115Philadelphia#

Home for the Holidays

As planned, I got to spend the holidays at home. All the way from Thanksgiving through New Years. It was amazing! I have been only coming home for holiday cameos for seven years, since I left for college at 17. Between all the holiday excitement I got to find a little order and sanity in me life. I sorted through the disaster that I left in my parent’s upstairs; a gradual build up from each time I blew through New Jersey. It had become worse than ever as clear layers of my New Jersey, Boston, and San Francisco lives could be seen in the piles.

I got in from Rome on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. My mom hosted the Hanrahan Thanksgiving as she does most years. We had 45 people over. She made everything you could imagine. After the huge antipasto we had her bread, corn (she froze the neighboring farmer’s corn in the summer), mashed potatoes, mashed sweet potatoes, my Uncle Larry’s salad and baked brie, stuffed shells, meat balls, and of course a 26 pound turkey. There was also sangria and warm apple cider and homemade Irish Cream to add to all the beer, wine, and soda. Then for dessert the dinning room was filled with every kind of pie as well as cup cakes, cookies, a cannoli cake, and brownies.

We spent Christmas Eve with my mom’s side of the family. Besides catching up with all of them, I found out my cousin Corrine is getting remarried in May and she asked me to be in her wedding party again. I also got to meet Lori’s (Corrine’s older sister) and Tim’s second daughter: Brooke. She is cute as a button and has this adorable thing where her hair sticks straight up no matter what my cousin does. Lori had her two girls, Kayla and Brooke, and well as Corrine’s Celina in matching Christmas dresses.

Early Christmas morning was just my parent’s, grandmother (she comes home with us from Christmas Eve and stays over), and me. Santa brought me some goodies for my new vagabond lifestyle. The highlights were a Kindle and a waterproof point-and-shoot camera. Soon after my Aunt Linda and Uncle Larry come over. This year my Aunt’s friend Jane came too. We have a big breakfast and exchange stocking stuffers.

This year, since the big breakfast was at our house, my mom stayed with her family and my dad and I headed to the Hanrahan Christmas at my Aunt Debbie and Uncle John’s. It was an eventful Christmas this year at the Hanrahans. My Uncle John was home from Japan (he and Aunt Debbie moved there recently for his work). Aunt Debbie was home too of course, but had been since Thanksgiving, like me. My cousin Brian, who goes to BU, just came back from a semester abroad in Ecuador with all kinds of stories. My cousin David (the only one besides me and potentially Brian to leave NJ or one of the neighboring states) was home from San Diego for the first Christmas in 10 years. We had a 6-day-old baby– Mike and Bonnie’s little Keira. Marc proposed to Vivian that morning. My uncle Bill was in from Alaska. It was a really magical Christmas.

I was going to spend New Years with my cousin’s on my mom’s side. They have a party every year. But last minute everyone was sick and they almost canceled. I ended up at my cousin Marc’s where I had a wonderful time. In the morning I was painfully reminded that I have not been drinking like I did in SF.

Between the big holidays I got to see some old friends. Caught up with NJ people and made a trip to Boston. Like I said, I has been just like I hoped.