We were kind of losers for New Years. Had to get up pretty early the next morning, and we were still not sleeping right. By 10 o'clock Patrick and I were done, and left Gaby and Joe to bring in the new year. The fireworks at midnight woke us up, wished each other a Happy New Year, and then went back to bed.
Also something you don't experience in the US for New Years . . . even though we were in a relatively isolated little village, tradition states that bells need to rung every hour after midnight - so we really didn't sleep that night.
