La fiesta (aka, the drunken mess of 40 year olds)

When Marta (my spanish mother) said she was going to invite a few friends over to celebrate her 40th birthday, I envisioned a few grown adults, gathered around chatting and sipping some wine (because this is Spain, they love their wine.) But, I have never mis-judged something more. My first clue that this quite affair was not going to be so.. quite, was when I saw the guest list. Turns out "a few" friends, meant 50+. Well, okay, Marta is the calm type, surly her friends are too, no problem. But then Tomas (the dad) arrived home with the beverages from the party. Which I'm pretty sure he cleaned out several stores alcohol sections, and no joke, it took to cars to transport it all. They day of the party rolled around, Marta (as she is now does on a daily basis) gave me a fashion show of all the possible outfits, and spent the day primping. It was kind of adorable, she looked like a teenager getting ready for prom. Anyways, as the guests started arriving, I decided maybe I'd scaddadle for a bit with my own friends, and let her enjoy her party without having to remind everyone to speak castellano so I'd understand. And moreover, I've learned from previous experience, that once a little alcohol is in them, they tend to love to fire away questions at me, which is fine, except for slurred-spanish is just a little to difficult for me to understand. When I left the house, the party was almost how I imagined it, everyone merrily chatting (a little louder then I thought) and with a drink in hand. Around 2am, I thought surly the party would be well over, considering it started a good 6 hours before, and I'd just slip in and head off to bed. As I got closer to my house, i heard the beats of lady gaga, which, isn't so unusual since I live near a park, and sometimes people have a boom-box and hang out there. But as I got closer, I discovered the music was in fact, coming from my building. Yes, the music of the pop sensation audible from a block away, was coming from the 40 year old christmas party at 2am. I hesitantly decided to go in, considering I didn't really have much else to do at 2am, and as soon as I opened the door, I man with our christmas tree star balanced on his head immediately greeted me with (very loudly, considering he had to out-yell the music) "Bienvenido a la fiesta de navidad!" (welcome to the christmas party!) Then, Marta came running over, tipsy at best, saying, "es la Stevie, es la Stevie!" (It's Stevie, It's Stevie!) As she ran around the room yelling this, the man with the star followed after her asking "quien es la Stevie?!" (who is Stevie?!) After I was wished a Merry Christmas, or a Feliz Navidad, or a Bon Nadal (or really it was more of a combination of these three) I made it to me room, just as, song change, Tik Tok came on. Needless to say, the party wasn't near over, and instead of sleep I enjoyed a piece of cake and a wonderful playlist of the hottest songs, which, inspired karaoke, dancing, and much more. The party finally ended around 5am, and people started leaving (those who could.. a majority of them ended up leaving the next afternoon.) I guess I should have seen it coming, because there is no such thing as a nice, calm party in Spain. And in case your wondering, the christmas tree star (along with a majority of the other decorations) didn't survive. Luckily, little Tomas made us some nice new ones.

Feliz Navidad!

The holidays as never seen before!

Christmas is getting into full swing here, although sometimes it's hardly recognizable to do all the very odd traditions it's attached to here. Two of these seem to stand out the most, and every time I see them, I'm still shocked at a) how they at all represent the Christmas spirit, and b)that not only are they politically correct, but it is harshly frowned upon to ignore said traditions. I will explain:
1) Caganer (which translates more or less into "pooper")
The Caganer is, crudely put, a statue of a man pooping. The traditional Caganer is dressed in black pants, a white shirt, a red hat, and is found with his pants down and in a squatting position, with a pile of poo under his rear-end. This statue is EVERYWHERE here. There is a particularly lovely one in a shopping center, that is two stories tall. But more commonly, you find them inside everyones house, in the manger scene. Yes, thats right. Squatting next to baby Jesus and Mary, is a little Caganer. I really can't get a good background on this little guy, although it's nothing new. Apparently he's been gracing manger scenes in Catluña for quite sometime. And now days, they've varied from the traditional Caganer, and you can get famous soccer players, actors, and yes, even an Obama Caganer.
2) Tio Nadal or Tio Caga (Uncle Christmas or Uncle Poop)
I hope your noticing the trend of the association of poop and Christmas. Tio Nadal is usually symbolized as a log, with a face painted on him and a red hat. For the month leading up to Christmas, the kids "feed" their Tio every night, and tuck him in with a blanket so he doesn't get cold. He sure eats a lot, because every morning the food is magically gone. After a month of good care, the kids then beat the log with a stick while singing the traditional song, and if the Tio is pleased and well fed, he will "poop" out little candies and gifts.
As you can see, I'm bound to have a very exciting and interesting Christmas. And maybe even figure out exactly how poop became associated with Christmas.
I'll admit I'm even more homesick now that it's getting closer to Christmas. I'm going to miss a lot of the traditions and being with my family. I'm trying to imitate some of them here (although sledding is just a little difficult here) and pick up on some new traditions. I think I'd be completely falling apart if Jack wasn't coming in 15 1/2 days (not that I'm counting) so at least I'l have someone familiar to spend Christmas with, even if we are surrounded my pooping statues.