An expat Californian building a new life via the tango in Buenos Aires since 2003, including information on learning the tango and where to dance it in Buenos Aires.
Sunday, April 04, 2010
Today is Easter Sunday. It seems like a quiet Sunday like all the rest. But it's on days like these that I miss my hometown and old life the most.
Easter morning in the olden days, there were egg hunts, church, and then a traditional lunch of baked ham or leg of lamb.
Easter Tree somewhere in Germany
All of that is literally and figuratively a world away. As an expatriate for ten years, I've spent many holidays alone and in other countries. But it doesn't get any easier.
Even when it falls in autumn and the days are growing shorter and the earth is getting ready to sleep, Easter is still the season of hope. I'm looking forward to the visit of my son Jason next week; now if only he could bring a honey-baked ham!