This past week we were in Borau, a small town on the border of France, snowboarding/skiing. On New Years Eve we had a family dinner followed by everyone sitting at the TV waiting with his or her twelve grapes. Each time the bell sounded at midnight, you had to eat a grape. The bell sounded a total of twelve times so after the chimes finished, we were left with a mouthful of grapes. The tradition is that if you can eat them all you supposedly have good luck for the rest of the year. After we went outside and launched a mini hot air balloon and made a wish when that floated up. Then everyone got all dressed up and we left the house around 1:30 AM to go to a city called Jaca for the remainder of the night. In Jaca we went from club to club until about 6 AM. We came back home, drank hot chocolate, and then finally went to bed!
Oh, and, on a side note, I finally had a dream in Spanish!