Our host family getting ready to go home after party day in Sao Jorge (our town). The pot on Adam’s head is leftovers we sent home with them!
Adam at about 7am, starting his pot of beans.
For our town’s festa day, Adam and I hosted a giant party at our house. We bought a few kilos of freshly butchered pig, mountains of kale, enough beans to feed an army, twice as much booze as seemed advisable, and made as many cakes as time allowed. From 6am to 6pm we were in action prepping, serving and hosting our former language instructors, other volunteers, and friends from town who passed by. In the evening, we headed down the hill to see the live bands. Despite my best efforts to stay awake, I had to throw in the towel at 5am, and I missed seeing Ze Espanhol, who came on stage at about 6am.
We had a lot of beans, and a lot of kale.
The county government freshly whitewashed all the walls and the church steps, where these kids messed around with drums as the stage was set up.
It’s not all just music, food, and booze. The parties are in celebration of patron saints, so there are religious processions and special Masses, too. Here’s the procession coming past our house.
Thank goodness for our host mom and host aunt, who helped host. (Truthfully, they ran things and I helped!)
Cutting up the pork.
I missed Ze, but I managed to stay awake long enough to catch Amarildo.