On Friday we got to experience a Bolivian style birthday party. Our apartment is above our landlord's house, and they invited us to party it up with them. Birthdays here are celebrated with a churrasco, which is basically a huge meaty barbeque. They really really like meat here in Santa Cruz. And of course, there was dancing. What a trade off - there seems to be a correlation between places that like to dance and places that like to eat meat. Does that mean I'd be a better dancer if I traded in my tofu for a steak? I think I may find out this summer.
Here are a couple of pictures. Behind the dancers you can see the churrasco, but it's hard to capture just how much meat there was.
On Saturday there was a second churrasco at the house - do they do this every night? - and we fell asleep to the sounds of reggaeton from one side (the party next door) and cumbia on the other. Fortunately on Sunday they took the night off so we got a quiet night.
On Sunday we had a completely different kind of adventure which I'll have to tell you about next time. As a preview, it involves me behind the wheel...
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