I've never experienced this side of the trench. Rarely was the doer, waving the corks for others. Today, things coincidences, also work in a hotel, the Villas do Indian, where madness is co-invests in routine. This is the home of two friends, Victor and Ana Paula, two crazy people who understand life without labels allowing times or be above all be. Here, plural in this space, I spent Christmas strangest of my life.
Also, probably, have been the most fun if not for the quarter 8 and 10 (metaphor) who complain that moon rose at seven in the evening and we were given time to make your photo or the awkward fish bones, who have not fucked mania like gelatin as. They were looking to get out and clean fish and marinated sea, that they pay, things in relation to the payer-paid always put a good face and immediately ordered the boats out to fish chickens. They look at you as satisfied as long as they perceive that perhaps something should sweep the beach is full of dust. Yes, as they explain that they do not want to bother, they are travelers and tourists, expect to make that complaint until it reaches the boatload of birds.
They were looking to get out and clean fish and marinated sea, that they pay
The holidays have been strange, said, and sorry for the relief, not just hang a Santa Claus a palm tree or take twelve grapes buffeted by waves. It was more a matter of quantity and quality. Christmas in Africa has similar rhythms with different backgrounds. Malls, Here where I live, no longer exist as they arrive is to put a red hat on the clerk of the PEP, the Harrod's of Vilanculos, while thunderous music sounds marrabenta (Local music).
But, consumption soars here as there, only the party for these families is to buy some meat or fish to put in the rice, that in terms familiar, or drink until the brake fluid on car, that in terms less familiar and usually male. "You invite people over for dinner and often you find someone passed out in the bathroom of drunkenness that leads. Here we drink till you drop ", local friends told me yesterday. (As I said, the differences, general, are more a matter of quantities and qualities background).
The beauty, and feels much, is to see how someone gets up and appreciates the effort
In the hotel, the 24 December we did a dinner Mozambican. All the menu were local recipes, was to scrape the dishes every dish, and the decor was with palm leaves, flowers, capulanas (fabrics that women dress). It was a party that ended as exceptional must end all parties where it is warmer in the tables in the oven: in pool. The beauty, and feels much, is to see how someone gets up and appreciates the effort and desire as you said "will never forget that night". Then you stop one second, that in the last two hours all I've done is get in and out of the kitchen while you pray for that have not confused the sugar and salt in any dish, and you realize that, from this side, Life has some beautiful, put the memories of others. I, and all of us together here in equal, are the ones who invented the time for others yearn. Has piada, they say in Portuguese.
PD. I write this post at five in the morning 31 (morning, expected, I will not be able to write anything that is not a prescription). Today, Seasonal llenazo things and works to complete, I slept on the beach, the sand. I woke up at 04:40 hours of the last day of 2012 waterfront. I looked to the right and up, then looked up and right again. Plan a party where we ate at the sand beach and a DJ plays music almost on the waves. Returned to look up, I saw dozens of clouds arriving, and thought: how the rain itself 100 I hope people and the DJ with your new stereo will not forget this event and probably not my mother.
