It's that time of year again ... Pereira's parties. Parades, beauty queens, papayeras on every corner (loud loud brass bands), orchestras, party Chivas (big wooden buses filled with irritating drunk people and papayeras -- those loud, loud, loud brass bands), and, of course, the infamous burro-teca (yes, I'll get a photo of that). Let the mayhem begin!
Well, I for one think it looks colorfully fantastical. Can't wait to see the burro!
ReplyDeleteSo much more interesting than England's rainy summers! =)
ReplyDeleteDo you still feel like a complete foreigner watching all of the celebrations, or do you feel yourself becoming more a part of it?
I've been here so long, Anne, that I sometimes forget I'm a foreigner until people just stop and stare at me and point. (Which still happens). That said, I don't feel "part" of it ... but not "not part" of it either. Strange.
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