Easter eggs are not a thing in Spain. But I have been one of those kids searching for hidden eggs the times that I spent the Easter holiday with my German family. For the first time in at least two decades, I did so again this year. In the meantime, it is not me looking for the eggs anymore but helping to hide them for the next generation of excited kids. After the game, we moved to a delightfully decorated table with cakes and baskets of colorful hard boiled eggs. And it was in that moment that I reconnected with a feeling that I had almost forgotten. Even if I grew up in a country where the Easter egg hunt plays no role at all, coming in contact with it as a child made it part of me. I experienced a warm-hearted sense of belonging that made me feel at home. This reminded me to appreciate the ability to understand the traditions of two different societies, and wonder how it must be for the ones whose parents are from much more diverse countries.

The hidden eggs were not these ones, but little chocolate eggs