Cheers to 2009!

Once again, pardon the nostalgia as I reminisce my cherished memories of New Year’s back home. Today, my mom would be at the kitchen, cooking Media Noche for tonight while my dad would be out buying firecrackers at the last minute. We would wear our polkadot outfit to evening mass and walk home before revelers start storming the streets for the fireworks. I remember how my mom would prefer banging on pots and pans as her way of driving the bad spirits away. And when we were kids, I recall my siblings and I jumping at the stroke of midnight in the hope that we would grow up tall. We’d have grapes, oranges and other round fruits in the hope that we would have infinite wealth! Crazy huh? I know!

How about you? Share me your own wacky rituals!