One Man’s Walk through life

So This Is A Fiesta

50 drunk Columbians…
…and me.
/> Man. I thought I could party. It’s 1:40pm the day AFTER and the music, the pounding, I can’t hear myself think music, was just finally turned off. I’m sitting in Diana’s sister’s bed sure that I’m one of the lucky ones that bailed early (at 5am). Diana’s parents went to bed about an hour or two ago. And the last guest is sitting in a chair in front of the stereo wearing sunglasses. Totally passed out.
To think, last night at 10pm only 2 guests had arrived and we weren’t sure the fiesta would even happen. People were still arriving at 4am in the morning… I was also kind of worried at 12:30 that noone was dancing. Ha.
Salsas, Merengues, Corridas, Reggaetones, Ballenatos…
So much dancing. Once everyone had a few drinks in them, everyone was dancing with everyone else. The music was so loud the house was shaking. And it was good. It felt very much like Mexican fiestas that I’ve been to. But the fiestas I’ve been to have all been family oriented, and a little bit tamer.
They had a cauldron cooking over a fire outside near all the guests. It was full of sancocho, a “plato typico” in this region of Colombia. It’s a sopa with a little meat, potatoes, and like everything else here, a bunch of plantaines. A serving is supposed to keep away hangovers the next day – and I will say I woke up feeling great
I’m learning that here everyone dances. And it’s not that hard. “Salsa” down here is a LOT simpler than “salsa” at a salsa club in New York. And it’s not about being good or knowing moves here, it’s about having fun. And yeah, it’s a little about getting your groove on too.