I freely admit that we may be living in the nicest place, and perhaps the nicest house, in Huancayo, and maybe the entire Mission. The good folks in the neighborhood decided to have a Christmas party, including a clown for the kids,
and lots of hot chocolate and panetón, the lighter-than-US fruitcake that is popular here. They wisely sprung for a tent, because as usual this time of year, it rained.
I am ashamed to say that our house, despite having by far the nicest bit of grass in Peru, and two tasteful Christmas trees visible through the windows, just didn't come close. Not in the same county.
Meanwhile, the little kids were having a great time staying up late, wearing pretty clothes and overloading on candy.
We just have to get more lights next year. And the third-floor terrace is just begging for a flashing Santa Claus and some reindeer...
Dave & Paula