One of the great things about living in a foreign country is the opportunity to experience different traditions and to see how your own traditional festivals are celebrated by other people. However, I really wish I'd learnt that the first day of advent (which was yesterday for those not keeping count) is the day when everyone hauls themselves to restaurants to eat goose BEFORE Johnny and I had invited a friend to walk 10 kilometres across the snowy countryside in order to fill up on Sunday lunch. On arrival at the restaurant we were treated as being completely and utterly mad to have thought of turning up on the first day of advent and expect to get a table. And the return route of 10 kilometres had stretched to 100 in our crazed, half-starved state.
Posted by: tabliope | December 1, 2008
My goose was well and truly cooked.
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