( Although there are so many festivals on this island I can't keep up.) This week is our town's, Porto Martins festival. One week with firecrackers going off all the time.
On island, they use firecrackers to inform. A boom goes off when it's time for a bullfight. A boom goes off when its time for a dance. A boom goes off when church is over and it's time for a parade. Lots of booms throughout the day when its festival. Lots of information. The booms must be in Portuguese, because I never get it.
I'm almost in the loop. Our neighbors give us a lot of info we wouldn't normally have, but it's 9:43 pm and I have no idea what that last boom just meant.
The town festival means the last bullfights are here, and ours are this week. We have two in the town proper and one on our street. There is also lots of music at night and one day they will have a field with baby vacas (cows) for the kids. How kids play with baby cows I'm interested to see.
Last night our neighbors had us over for a traditional Portuguese meal to celebrate "festival". I was thankful Edwarda knows my kids and made some french fries and fried chicken to appease them. Albertina made two kinds of Alcaltra (island dish), fish and meat. The fish was eel (Sr. Fernando explained to Randy how after the eel is caught is must be clubbed to death) and the meat came from Ruben parents (they have a dairy farm). All the food was wonderful.
You can't beat the conversation though:
"What did she say?"
"Abrigado?" I think.
Lots of questions, but also lots of smiles.
Next week is the bullfight on our street. I'm excited!
1 comment:
Viewing your video was almost like being there. Wish we had been. Seeing Eddy, Edwardia, Albertina and Margarita was so real. Abrigada for including us in you festival. Of course it was good to see the Stumlers also. Miss all of you. Love and hugs, Meemaw
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