I had a new host for NYE 🙂 Kamille, that I had met in Athens in summer. We spent the day making some very sweet sweets to take to her brothers’ house where we were going for NYE dinner. Condensed sugar milk (ζαχαρούχο…!) and lemon… interesting!
Tradition in Brazil calls for wearing white clothes and new underwear for NYE. The colour of the underwear depends on what you want for the new year – red for passion, pink for love, yellow for money, green for hope and so on. I won’t disclose the colour I chose but buying it was a cultural experience in itself, I’ve never seen so many women buying underwear on the same day.
I met Kamille’s family – mom, brothers, nephew, grandmom and some other aunties between 70-90 years old with blond hair and white clothes. The TV was on, showing some soap opera. It all reminded me a lot of Greek family gatherings. Sadly I haven’t been making much progress in Portuguese but I managed to say some very basic things. We had lots of great food and some nice wine… and then we set off to go to a club that Kamille had invitations for. Going in was complicated, but we managed. I think the last time I had been in a real club was like 10 years ago…!!!
So there we were, looking at two million people standing under the rain on Copacabana and drinking (free) champagne… I somehow felt out of place, like this was not happening to me, but to someone else, in a parallel universe or something.
And then the fireworks started. For someone who likes fireworks (like me), this was totally worth it. They were going on for 15-20 minutes and they were all colours of the rainbow!
Champagne was followed by mandarinhas and caipirinhas and some forro dancing with a guy who probably liked my tourist sandals and came to dance with me. I think he liked me more than the sandals, but I explained I wasn’t interested in more than dancing so he gave up. As it happens often, the cutest guy in the whole club was the barman 🙂 But my mood was anything but flirty – though we exchanged some smiles etc.
We left at some point to go to Copacabana and meet some CS people. There were people everywhere, drinking, talking, kissing. A huge party on the street – I wonder what the carnaval will be like!
Catching a bus home was a pain in the *ss. But we made it. Along with another 2.000.000 people most likely 🙂
So that was my first NYE out of Greece… Definitely an interesting one, but as Martin, the Danish guitarist, put it – I am simply not entertained by a crowd of heavy alcoholized people anymore. How we get older, eh…