Airing my clothes out before going to bed happens every now and again.

Sometimes it’s because I managed to stay out past the witching hour…..and shared a few rounds with friends in some smokey bar or brewpub.

Most of the time it’s post-asado, when my fleece is saturated in memories of sticky beef, crumbly bread and the firepit.

Today, my clothes are airing out on the porch because they were enveloped in the fine (?) aromas of a suckling pig roasting in the oven. Said pig will be centrestage tonight as we gather with family to celebrate Nochebuena (Christmas Eve).

Happy Christmas!

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