As usual, we arrived on time, but the real festivities didn't start until a couple of hours later. We snacked on a yummy chorizo and poblano quiche we ordered from a woman here who does nothing but bake and deliver quiches, as well as some other yummy goodies that Liz had provided. Once everyone felt well-fed, Fernando lit a bonfire outside, and the drumming began.
Arnulfo and Andreas have traveled to Africa twice to study and practice African drumming, and are terrific. And Michael and Pedro-the-cheese-man are really musical as well - more on that shortly.
We sat around the bonfire, and enjoyed the drumming. I brought my fire poi, and did a few fire spins to complement the drum beats. Laurel and Fernando got some drumming instruction and practice. And Bryce entertained us with the glow poi.
Fernandito working the drums
Here' a little video of me doing fire, and Bryce with the glow poi. You can hear the drumming too:
As it got later, our stack of beer bottles got bigger, and the tequila bottle got emptier. The kids went to bed, and the fire was going strong. The conversations were mixed English and Spanish - I tried to speak Spanish whenever I could, but in some cases English just worked better for everyone. The whole crowd had excellent English, so it was no problem understanding and communicating.
The biggest surprise was Pedro-the-cheese-man, who got out his guitar, and entertained us with some hilarious songs he made up on-the-fly in English, Spanish, and Rastafarian. Pedro is an incredibly talented, funny guy - and is a natural entertainer. Sue has bought cheese from him before at Tuesday market, and his cheeses are exceptional too.
Fernando and I went to bed at 1:30 or so. When I awoke in the morning, Sylvana and Arnulfo were still outside, crashed by the fire, with the remnants of a great party surrounding them:
This picture tells the whole story of the night before
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