I attended a Costa Rican fiesta after church on Sunday. The fiesta was a birthday party for an eighty-nine year old man. I guess you could call him my ¨host grandpa once removed¨ or something like that.
The fiesta centered around the food. It was buffet style, but my host mom took the initiative to prepare a plate for me. I smiled and accepted it gracefully, but I would have rather made my own plate. She put things on my plate that I would never eat in the States. My plate was full of deep-fried starchy things and pig! I am quite a picky eater, so I told her I wasn’t hungry, but she kept telling me to eat it. I closed my eyes and started in. It didn’t taste very good, but I ate it! For those of you who don’t know me very well, know this – that was a very big step for me to eat deep-fried food and pork!
After lunch a van came up the driveway to the house. Music started coming out of the speakers of the vehicle and people started walking to the back of the vehicle. There were a lot of costumes in the back of the van. People started putting on the costumes and started dancing to the music. I have never seen costumes quite like these!
