After 2 years of not going outside the apartment to witness the same ol' thing, I had a hankering this year to see it all over again...the kids! Astrid still has nothing with carnaval but in conjunction with our Saturday café date, she agreed to a spot where we could see the parade march by while we were eating.
Lucky for me, two of the biggest cuties of them all were inside the cafe, waiting with us:
This little princess sat with her g'pa up at the bar before and after.
See the confetti on his jacket?
I'm not sure who was prouder. She really wanted me to know this was her opa!
And later, the lady of the café made sure we knew opa was not in costume.
He's one of their regulars.
Not to be outdone, this little cowboy was at the table next to us.
A real gun-slinger!
Once we finshed eating and paid our bill, we stood outside the café and watched. The best way I can descibe carnaval here in our city is American Halloween without the floats. I guess that's why I didn't take pictures of the floats!
I started taking pictures of the kids across the street from us...
when suddenly a pushy lady was in my face saying "GINNIE!"
She probably had been yelling at me across the street but I hadn't noticed.
It was dear Gerrie, one of my Rummikub co-players at our senior complex.
And yes, I then took pictures of her and all her kids...2 sons and 3 g'kids!
Wake up, Ginnie!
See what I mean? How can you resist these cutie-pies!
They were having so much fun, scooping up the confetti and throwing it like snow.
All the boys against the one girl. HA! Go get 'em, Girl!
I think I've told you before how much I love family togetherness in these events.
Sometimes it's the Daddy who does the care-giving, which I love to see.
This one spent a lot of time looking at the real-estate ads in the window. Hmmmm.
Daddy's and g'pas are so proud of their little girls...
and boys, even it they're little devils!
Don't you just want to eat them up! Well, some of them.
What do YOU want to be when you grow up????
(He sure reminds me of Sean Astin!)
(He sure reminds me of Sean Astin!)
Maybe you'd like to be the Prince of the Carnaval? Prins Jacobus, in fact.
That's the man with the pheasant feathers...head of the parade this year.
Who knows who the other diplomats were!
It's all big stuff...that's all I know.
Like in most of Europe, the festivities span 5 days, Friday - Fat Tuesday!
But the actual parade was on Saturday.
But the actual parade was on Saturday.
We didn't stay long but long enough to catch those still arriving..
Kids really do wait for this...well, like for Halloween!
Remember those days as a kid?
No pumpkins or spider webs...but lots of confetti and plastic spray everywhere.
What a mess!
I'll try to pay attention to how long it takes to clean the place up...just a couple blocks from where we live. But as far as I'm converned, it's totally worth it! I might not even wait 3 years before I head outside again to take a peek.
