Anyway, this weekend I celebrated Carneval for the first time in my life. I have always associated Carneval with stupid Dutch songs ('The is a horse in the hallway', amongst other light classics) and drunk people wearing mildly funny suits. This thought was only partly confirmed as Carmen and I once again headed for the coastal region of Galicia.
There we met up with the traditional rain and Carmens family. It is always nice in Galicia and especially during Carneval. Not many of the drunk Dutch people in the south of Holland realize that Carneval is actually a celebration of meat (Carne). It is the last week before Easter (which is about 40 days away) during which you can eat unlimited portions of meat (very important in Galicia...they like their food). After the week of Carneval you cannot eat meat on fridays and some opt not to eat meat at all until Easter.
During the actual celebrations of Carneval-saturday we went to the Pontevedra Parade where we could witness half-naked men and women dance through the streets as well as people making satirical political statements - an odd, but entertaining combination. Later that evening we joined in the fun by dressing up as clowns (payasos). In total we were 11 clowns (with 11 trumpets) but we met much more in the streets of Pontevedra as you can see in the pictures.
To finish off I would like to inform you all that the other day I received a complaint (from the other side of the world) that my blog 'was not funny enough'. I took this attack rather seriously and for this reason I have published some of our Carneval photos. I slightly suspect that this person (who I assume wishes to remain anonymous) will fail to realize the humorous character of these photos. All the others I invite to enjoy...
2 comments:
We like the one with Carmen and her Reeve Ears!! Daddy was very flattered, and welcomes Carmen to the Reeve Family. You were both looking very cute with your clown suits on.Can we come next year? liefs mam en pap
Father Abraham... or one of that crowd *hhhhhgh*
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