Christmas in Gambia . (Note that almost 90% of the population is muslim & observe the holiday, but don’t celebrate it) I really didn’t know what to expect, but it turned out to be even nicer than I’d hoped, because leading up to the holiday it didn’t feel Christmasy here at all. A few stores in town had lights up & I saw a few lighted fake, but the funniest thing were the locals selling ugly tabletop trees wrapped in gaudy garland (presumably for the tourists).
Christmas Eve we went to a Catholic Church service at St. Theresa’s in the town of
Christmas day itself was pretty busy getting into Banjul & visiting with Gabou’s dad, grandmother, great aunt, cousins, sisters, brothers, half cousins, neighbors, friends, etc, etc…..so many people! Even though their houses only had modest streamers for decoration (no trees, real or tabletop) the homes felt so alive with spirit & excitement & it definitely made me realize just how commercialized we’ve made Christmas. Instead of presents we received gifts of prayers, food & alcohol. That’s really what made it such a great day, I felt like part of the family instead of just an outsider. We ate 3 times I think & I ended the night with that full beer belly feeling. There was a lot of laughing & dancing & it was just such a special time.
**There was a huge attraction in the streets today – a traditional Gambian event, but I’ll blog on that in another post.
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