At first I figured being homeless in Uruguay with sweaty santas and fake snow by the beach was possibly the least Christmas-sy way to spend Christmas but with accomodation all booked up and only a vague plan to head towards the beach, snow and sligh bells feel pretty far from sight.
But after a few glasses of Tannat and a little bit of reflection I have decided Christmas in a hotter climate, travelling on the road, with no home, hostel, or inn to go to is actually not that far from the true Christmas story.
There are no donkeys here but I have seen a plump Shetland pony and the stars do look awefully big at night...
With no prospects yet and only six days to go, it really will be a case of asking for any room at the inn...
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