Party Party. We drove about 2 hours to the city of Santa Cruz for the Black Christ festival. We arrived with the notion that it would be a religious festival. It was the farthest thing from it. All day we walked up and down the heavily endowed streets gushing with people. Vendors at every corner. The wildly confusing aroma of churros and other street food mixed with beer and sweaty ticos. There were horses and guys playing marimbas and some guy passionately playing the pan flute. The funny thing about this festival was that it was like any other day walking up and down the streets of New York. Oh, except from the huge bull fighting arena in the middle of the city!! (Ok, they don't fight bulls. It's more like people try to see how long they can ride one and then run away from it while it's charging. I honestly felt like Ernest Hemingway.) After a bit of appliance shopping for the new library in Islita, trying the more normal looking street food, and catching a few glimpses of the bull fight, it was time to head home. Tomorrow we start renovating this gross room in the back of the Centro Creativo to turn it into a library!
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| unidentifiable meat |
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| CHURROS! |
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| more unidentifiable meat |
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| if I'm correct these guys are all related and there are three different generations here |
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| in Costa Rica everyone loves Victoria Secret Pink so they emulate it I guess... |
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| spotted: hello kitty |
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| this was the strangest kid entertainment I have ever seen |
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| le arena |
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| I find this picture quite funny |
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| there was a whole band in that truck and they played down the street (like a boss!) |
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| intense pan flute guy |
