It wouldn’t be Christmas if you didn’t feel at some point that you’ve eaten so much that you’ll explode any minute. We’ll never forget the day when after a hearty meal our friend Patrik, probably the sweetest tooth we know, looked at a complimentary massive plate of sweet Syrian delicacies and said “I never thought the day would come when I wish I wasn’t stuffed and could eat more.” We didn’t think we’d get into a festive mood this year but as soon as we arrived in Damascus we were humming to Christmas tunes that were playing everywhere we went. Only humming since we haven’t mastered the Arabic version of Jingle Bells just yet 🙂 The Christian quarter of the old town was also heavily decorated with Christmas lights and blinking 2011 signs. Cinnamon-apple-waffles were sold in the streets next to falafel and sharma stands. So we felt it was time to give those cheap stands a break and indulge in anything that would make us feel “christmassy”. This actually turned into a week long feast as soon as Patrik arrived from Vienna.
