A parcel from home

So, two weeks ago my parents sent a package to me in Cádiz, the estimated arrival time was between three and six days, so you can imagine how unimpressed I was when it still hadn't showed up two weeks later! My parents had promised me some ongoing Christmas cheer, as well as some medication that I needed. After days of stressing out every time the buzzer went in the flat - just in case it was Mister Postman here to deliver my parcel, I was becoming a bit despondent. Had it got lost somewhere? 

My landlady came to visit one day and brought the post up to the flat with her, finally something for me, it was one of those 'Sorry you weren't in so we took your parcel back to the post office' slips that had been left the previous day, safe to say I was more than a little peeved as I had been in the flat all day the day before and the door buzzer hadn't gone off once! Lazy postman! But equally I was excited for my parcel to have finally arrived, it is the only one that my parents have sent me, so I was quite intrigued. I immediately took the slip to the post office to try and claim my parcel. 

When I arrived at the post office it was quite busy however there wasn't really a queue, I remembered what my friend had said about taking a number and waiting for it to be called, so I looked around for where to get a number from. Luckily for me I spotted someone collecting a ticket, so headed over to the machine. There were two options, A or B, both were for different things, A seemed to be for any post going out and B for any collections, I hit B and got given a ticket. Almost immediately my number was called, which was nice, apparently everyone was waiting around to send things! So I headed over to the desk and a gentleman took the slip from me and disappeared off into a back room to find the parcel, when he came back with it I was quite surprised that it was so large. I thought my parents were only sending my medicine and a few Christmas treats! The man handed over the parcel without asking for confirmation of my identity, I had my passport with me just in case, and I was off on my way home to open it!

I tried to Skype mum as I opened my parcel, but she didn't pick up so I went ahead and started trying to remove the hundreds of layers of sellotape. Eventually I made it to the box itself and got it open. It was like a little Santa’s grotto in a box. Mum had gone to town on the Christmas cheer, I was very chuffed! She had sent a little Christmas tree, with baubles and lights, as well as an advent calendar and wall decorations, there was also a lovely inflatable snowman. So I spent the rest of the afternoon setting up my own little grotto in my room, then decorating the tree for the lounge. It feels a lot more Christmassy and homely now, although some of the Bazaars have started to stock some Christmas decorations, which is really nice. It was just really uplifting to have some familiar things sent from home, even if it was a stress thinking that they had become lost in the post! I think I will send some quintessentially Spanish things home for my family to enjoy, this parcel sending and receiving could be quite fun.

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