The older I get, the less excited I feel about New Year’s Eve. It used to be my favorite holiday, but now I feel… nothing. Year after year, it seems less magical. I could honestly spend it in pajamas and go to bed right after midnight. Of course, I’ll eat my 12 grapes and make 12 wishes. It’s a Spanish tradition I’ve come to love, but that’s about it. I wouldn’t mind going to a party, but here in Tenerife, I don’t know of any good ones. I don’t have close friends to celebrate with either.