So I thought I'd give myself a little vacation from the blog and take carnaval off.
This year, Mr. DRL and I participated in the parade at the Sambadromo. We had an absolute ball and can I just say it was such a pleasure to be a teeny tiny part of something so huge and beautiful. What a precious memory.
We paraded with Sao Clemente. One of my favorite moments of the night was when we left our friends' apartment with our costumes to walk the two blocks through the streets to meet up with our ride. Cariocas stopped what they were doing and stared at the gringos dressed in samba gear. To be fair, we were all dressed as different versions of giant pineapples. They cheered, they honked, whooped, they sang the Sao Clemente song. We were given more wishes of luck than I think I've ever been wished before. I was immediately choked up. I'm not a big crier. This was just on the street in Leblon! I wondered how we could possibly get through the entire Sambodromo with this level of emotion blasting at me.
When we went to pick up our costumes the previous week we were shown up a rickety set of stairs deep in Centro to a loft filled end to end with Brazilians frantically but carefully sewing feathers and sequins onto costumes - some as big as cars. What a sight. What dedication!
The amount of effort, blood, sweat and tears that goes into putting together the artistic creative masterpiece is terribly overwhelming.
It was an absolute privelige to be part of it, and it was a night I'll never forget.
The icing on this already-fabulous cake? I was particularly grateful for the cool temperatures!!!!!!!!!! Those costumes are roasting hot.