The tunes of jingle bells could be heard from every corner in the streets ,for sure, the Christmas angel was at work.I hummed along 'felix navidad' which was blazing from the stereo in my apartment,my neighbors sang along as they move around decorating the crone and crane of their apartment,even Mr Antonio who was known for his wrinkled and ever frowning face was singing along although his voice is more like a frog croaking.
Greetings could be heard all over the neighborhood as everyone greets everyone. Opening the window of my room,I smile at the atmosphere, even if I won't be here for Christmas I don't want to miss a moment like this.
My name is Alicia Maxwell,I am 29years old and I love traveling , you can say I inherited it from my parents,I am an artiste, drawing is another thing I am in love with, apart from traveling .I am single and probably searching, well, I am not the devoted type to relationship because I spend most of my life traveling and drawing.
I walk into the street grocery store greeting old Mrs Clara who was the store keeper,I picked everything I wanted and paid before getting out,once in the streets I dump money in the Santa claus bowl.
Immediately I got home,I hurriedly pack the remaining things I will be needing for my trip .I heaved a sigh of relief once I am done before dragging my luggage out of my apartment, locking the door behind me.
My trip to Africa won't be an easy one,I sigh as I tripped on a stone for the fifth time today,I checked my toe for injury, just a little,I didn't bother taking care of it but deep down I know this is going to be a long Christmas.