Tuesday was a national holiday, everything was closed including the gym. Next week is Edgar's birthday. These two things combined prodded me to invite the young people from the gym up here to the house for a Churrasco.
They came, it rained, they ate everything on the table, they laughed and talked and enjoyed each other's company. They enjoyed their day off. They did not care that they were stacked up against each other to avoid the rain. They sang happy birthday to Edgar, ate cake and they left.
Camillo and I cleaned up for two hours then collapsed.
This is a normal routine for a birthday party. When I first arrived here I did like you would in the States; you feed everyone, you give them coffee and desert. They sit around and talk and laugh, maybe have another drink, and sit and talk some more.
So here you feed them, talk and laugh and dance, offer coffee, maybe give out chocolates, then when it is time for the party to be over you serve the birthday cake.
and that is that, everyone leaves.