so now for the rest of the fiestas. let it be known that i ate pupusas for breakfast, and later for lunch, and also for dinner. the holiday food pyramid. the fiestas also include lots of french fries, fried plantains, fried yuca, if you have a food, they have fried it. and all of the typical sweets, which are mostly sugar cubes with different flavors. they make your teeth cry a little.
i went on the giant ferris wheel around sunset. they asked if i would mind just sitting at the top for a long time until someone else got on, and i said perfect. i took a lot of pictures at the top. there was an excellent view of the whole melting valley and the fiesta below and it was warmly breezy and fresh and i was alone and delighted. then, of course, someone else got on the ferris wheel and we started spinning in warp speed, and then we stopped and went warp speed backwards. that is how ferris wheels work here. they are screamer rides, not gentle victorian world's fair trolleys.
i went on the giant ferris wheel around sunset. they asked if i would mind just sitting at the top for a long time until someone else got on, and i said perfect. i took a lot of pictures at the top. there was an excellent view of the whole melting valley and the fiesta below and it was warmly breezy and fresh and i was alone and delighted. then, of course, someone else got on the ferris wheel and we started spinning in warp speed, and then we stopped and went warp speed backwards. that is how ferris wheels work here. they are screamer rides, not gentle victorian world's fair trolleys.
fried dough stars
big ferris wheel (chicago grande)
mini ferris wheel
mini ferris wheel
from the top of the ferris wheel
the guy who climbed up the ferris wheel with a wrench and made some adjustments while i was at the top
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view from the top
but after dark is when the fiesta really starts. everything is glowing and people are full of grease and sugar and kids are freaking out and there's trash everywhere and people drive up in their pickup trucks and lean against them. the family i stayed with lent me a festive red tanktop because my shirt was judged to be nonfestive. it was really fun to see people there, and a lot of women friends of mine introduced me to their boyfriends/husbands who are never home during the day. everyone was very amused that i came to the fiestas.
the big question was "are you going to enter the dance," which started at 9 in the community hall. the family i was staying with debated whether it was a sin to go to the dance, and then decided it wouldn't be a sin if they went to accompany me. the dance began and the music was really, really loud from about 100 feet away. painfully loud. also the dance was $3. and there were about 15 police officers patting people down as they entered. some of them were wearing full face masks. we were concerned because there were no gang members at the fiestas at all, whereas they have always come in the past. bad sign. someone also told us that "later tonight there would be 'meat,'" or some kind of fight. so we did not enter the dance, we left. the next day we heard that there was indeed a fight but no serious damage, probably because of the police swarm.
the big question was "are you going to enter the dance," which started at 9 in the community hall. the family i was staying with debated whether it was a sin to go to the dance, and then decided it wouldn't be a sin if they went to accompany me. the dance began and the music was really, really loud from about 100 feet away. painfully loud. also the dance was $3. and there were about 15 police officers patting people down as they entered. some of them were wearing full face masks. we were concerned because there were no gang members at the fiestas at all, whereas they have always come in the past. bad sign. someone also told us that "later tonight there would be 'meat,'" or some kind of fight. so we did not enter the dance, we left. the next day we heard that there was indeed a fight but no serious damage, probably because of the police swarm.
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