Carnivales

That´s Norman from Scotland and he´s holding a can of ¨Spuma¨the crazy white foam that keeps blasting our faces. His face is white from flour which is another interesting tradition that surrounds this hilarious holiday of Carnivales.

The custom is to have a national water fight for most of February and also squirt foam from a can at innocent bystanders. Girls attack boys and boys attack girls. It seems that there are always more boys in the street with pails of water, because I am getting a lot more wet than Cullen! On Sunday, we ate a traditional meal with all of the family in the patio. It was a special dish they only eat once a year that included a zillion varieties of potatoes, a few carrots, some lamb, and a topping of cabbage. The whole meal is boiled and served with a little spicy green sauce. It was very dry and a bit hard to swallow, which must be why they always serve a bowl of broth afterwards to wash it down. Later we had a water fight with water balloons and buckets of water before heading to town where it was impossible to stay dry for more than one minute. We bolted to a cafe to relax with some friends for most of the evening then returned home for dinner... later, the women in the family attacked the men by smearing flour on their faces and we called it a night.