May 18, 2014
Every fall (spring in the U.S.), Paraguayans get all sentimental and start honoring folks. The first of these holidays is Day of the Teacher. A few of the teens from my English class happen to go to the same high school, and they mentioned a special assembly they wanted me to attend, where each grade would give a presentation in honor of their teachers.
At the time, I was still using crutches, and I woke to a stormy day. The students were very attentive and met me at my car to see that I got to the gym okay, where they'd saved me a seat just inside the door...the first one we came to. I was very excited at the time, thinking I'd avoid walking across slick concrete with those crutches, but I soon realized this meant I was sitting just a few feet in front of the speakers. Nothing happens at normal volumes here. It's all maxed-out, distortion-heavy, bringin-the-bass fun. Mental note: Bring cotton next time you go to a school event.
A couple of classes kept to the traditions that are present in every ceremony in this country--harp music, dances in the long skirts and shirts with crocheted sleeves and hems, and poems in Spanish and Guarani.
|Traditional Paraguayan bottle dance. They actually managed to get one |
more bottle each on their heads after I took this picture.
|These guys were going through their routine for "Jailhouse Rock" when |
I heard the first chords of Michael's Jackson's "Thriller"
and they were invaded by zombies.
The next day, the cultural center where I teach English hosted a party for Day of the Teacher, where Ken and I ate pizza and watched various attendees sing karaoke into the wee hours of the morning. Never a dull moment!