Thanks to a bunch of plastic beads, Mardi Gras is known world-wide as the king of pre-Lenten festivals. But it's Latin cousin, Carnaval is also pretty sweet. Here in Spain each city has it's own unique festivities during the week before Ash Wednesday: parades, competitions, and of course parties in the streets. And all though it's really something you need to live through to understand, I'll try to paint a pretty word picture of the experience.
Costumes
One of the most well-known and important aspects of Carnaval is the costumes. While dressing up for Halloween is not such a big deal here in Spain, it's almost required for Carnaval. Some people just don pretty sequined and be-feathered masks, while others choose full body costumes.
| Men dressed in white suits and black hats. With the tags still attached so they could return them. |
sidenote: Apparently it is not mandatory to constantly wear your mask. There were quite a few times people (i.e. drunk boys) would ask me to take off my mask to see my face. I would say I couldn't. They would ask why. I would say because it was Carnaval. They would find this hilarious.
What's interesting is that most people dress-up in groups as a theme. Now while me and four other friends did dress up as the Spice Girls one Halloween, we never all dressed up (purposely) in the exact same costume. My current theory behind the collectivist costumes is that in a street filled with thousands of people it's much easier to keep track of all of your friends if they are all dressed as say, Santa Claus or inmates.
Parades
In the States parades tend to have this whimsical air to them: jolly balloons, people tossing candy from tissue covered floats, and smiling girls dancing to peppy marching band songs. In Madrid, the Carnaval parade had a slightly darker feel to it.
There's fire.
Giant creepy-ass puppets that lunge at the crowds.
Indecernible mythical creatures.
These guys.
And walking needles.
But the kids all love it.
Parties
One of the best Carnaval street parties happens in Cadiz, a town on a peninsula on the southwest coast. Before I arrived in Cadiz I was a little worried about what I'd find there, or more accurately not find. I'd tried researching what part of the city the party happened in, what time it started, if it actually went all night, etc. But I couldn't find a single website (although did google managed to turn up an itinerary from the 2010 festivities). So me and my friends just showed up and followed a group (dressed as Oreos) we hoped would lead us to the party.
We quickly found the people of Cadiz incredibly nice and welcoming. Everyone was more than happy to let a group of lost English speakers tag along as they walked, talked, and partied in the streets.
Us: Perdon, donde esta la fiesta?
Them: Por las calles. (in the streets)
Us: Si, pero donde?
Them: Vale, ven con nostros.
Rinse with wine and repeat till sunset.
K Learns Spanish: Lesson 14
mascara- mask
botellón- to drink in the street.
sidenote: it saddens me that Americans do not have a word for this concept.
merecer- to deserve