Christmas among my ticans.

By BobbyRica | December 19, 2012


Eva was not quite thrilled to see me. She was helping her parents set up their *portal* (the traditional Costa Rican Christmas manger) when Stefani and I got home. There was a conspicuous distance in that embrace, that kiss. Maybe she had been with one too many boys while I was away.

But, I’m lucky. Lucky that Stefani was there for me, to help play matchmaker. On the days leading up to the *Noche Buena*, I pitched in the Christmas preparations. Eva’s parents approved of my version of the tamale, and so I was also recruited to make the barbecues, the pierna de cerdo, and my favorite job, taste testing the guaro for the rompope.

Eva’s mother and I laughed our hours away in the kitchen, but as she passed by, she gave a furtive glance and scampered off, with nary a word or hint of emotion.

“Ah, tico, she resents you leaving without giving word”, Mama tells me. “You are the wild bull she wanted to give chase, but when she came looking you were gone, just like that”. With those words came a slight punch to my head and a kiss.

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