Happy New Year
Last night at midnight, we kissed, and then my husband jumped up off the couch.
“Oh! I almost forgot a tradition!”
He went into the kitchen and returned with the dog’s water bowl.
“What in the world are you doing?” I asked as he headed towards the front door.
The niños watched him, giggling. Even the dog stared at him, perplexed. He opened the front door and tossed the water outside. The dog looked at me and I shrugged.
“There,” he said satisfied, as he returned to the kitchen to give the dog fresh water. “You toss out the old and start new.”
“That’s a tradition in El Salvador?” I asked as the niños continued giggling.
“Yes,” he said, turning off the faucet and setting the bowl back on the floor.
“You throw the dog’s drinking water out the door?”
“Nooo,” he said, finally understanding our confusion and laughter. “Any bowl of water. That one was just sitting there, so…”
“Ah, okay… Um, Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year!”
“To health, happiness, prosperity… and fresh dog water.”