Continuing where I left off, the next few days became an exhausting blur with awful bowel movements.
No matter how delicious and cheap the meat on a stick is, its just not worth it. Ask my stomach if my words do not convince you.
If you remember from my last post, we went to the parades during the day.
I wish I had some real photographer skills because there were really a endless amount of amazing photo opportunities.
And here is a bunch of us, but not nearly everyone.
And this next photo, which is slanted, shows how the state we were in every day.
The parades lasted till the late afternoon. This was what a typical drive back to the school would look like…from a point of view with my legs dangling out the back of the truck.
Believe me, it got a lot more crammed in that car than this photos shows.
Note: See the first picture in this post for a more accurate portrayal of our car rides.
After those tiring days of standing in the sun we somehow managed to party at night. Somehow some people set up a stage between two houses in an otherwise quiet neighborhood for a hipster reggae concert.
Another night we ended in a small disco. Perry on the left was the only one still wanting to party at 6am.
Another night at the bar.
While this photo is completely innocent, I can’t help but think how creepy this all looks.
It’s the type of situation that would leave that girl looking this this
This other night was way more laid back. We went out for some live music with traditional dancing.
The atmosphere was so relaxing and infectious because of how genuinely happy those dancers looked.
There is no way I can thank Gustavo and his family for such an incredible week. We sure tried though. We got together and cooked an international feast.
BBQ chicken wings from America, crepes from France, salads from Israel, chicken curry from the UK, and some traditional dishes from Peru, etc.
A wonderful way to end carnaval in Barranquilla.